Do You Want To Live Happily? Travel

The Flowers Are Full Of Honey, But Only The Bee Finds Out The Sweetness.

The Ideal Of Beauty Is Simplicity And Tranquility.

If A Poet Would Work Politically, He Must Give Himself Up To A Party; And So Soon As He Does That, He Is Lost As A Poet.

One Is Led Astray Alike By Sympathy And Coldness, By Praise And By Blame

What Man Does Not Know, Or Has Not Thought Of, Wanders In The Night Through The Labyrinth Of The Mind.