(...) an inner feeling called Stimmung by the germans and best translated as sentiment (it is to be regreted that this word, sentiment, which is meant to describe the poetical efforts of an artist living soul, has been misused and finally, ridiculed. Was there ever a great word that the masses did not try immediatly to cheapen and desecrate?) (...)

Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul.

There is a sentiment common among most of us when it comes to love— letting go can feel scary.

Some people will tell you there is a great deal of poetry and fine sentiment in a chest of tea.

We have all heard of these things before. The love letter arriving as the teacup falls. The guitar striking up as the last breath sounds out. I don't attribute it to God or to sentiment. Perhaps it's a chance. Or perhaps chance is just another way to try to convince ourselves that we are valuable.

If it's going to be a world with no time for sentiment, it's not a world that I want to live in.