Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.

Envy, like the worm, never runs but to the fairest fruit; like a cunning bloodhound, it singles out the fattest deer in the flock.

Grace comes often clad in the dusky robe of desolation.

Kiss till the cow comes home.

Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.

If men wound you with injuries, meet them with patience; hasty words rankle the wound, soft language dresses it, forgiveness cures it, and oblivion takes away the scar. It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it.

It is more noble by silence to avoid an injury than by argument to overcome it.