Character Is Perfectly Educated Will.

Play Is Experimenting With Chance.

In Cheerful Souls There Is No Wit. Wit Shows A Disturbance Of The Equipoise.

Philosophy Is Properly Home-sickness; The Wish To Be Everywhere At Home.

Where Children Are, There Is The Golden Age.

Friendship, Love, And Piety Ought To Be Handled With A Sort Of Mysterious Secrecy; They Ought To Be Spoken Of Only In The Rare Moments Of Perfect Confidence, To Be Mutually Understood In Silence. Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.