Sorrow Is Brief But Joy Is Endless

O Tender Yearning, Sweet Hoping! The Golden Time Of First Love! The Eye Sees The Open Heaven, The Heart Is Intoxicated With Bliss; O That The Beautiful Time Of Young Love Could Remain Green Forever.

A Beautiful Soul Has No Other Merit Than Its Own Existence.

Whatever Is Not Forbidden Is Permitted.

The Great Happiness Of Life, I Find, After All, To Consist In The Regular Discharge Of Some Mechanical Duty.

It Is Play And Only Play That Makes Man Complete.