Good is done by degrees.
Feed the musician, and he's out of tune.
We cannot heal the throbbing heart till we discern the wounds within.
Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.
Her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd; Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir'd; The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd, And ease of heart her every look convey'd.
Dreams are like portraits; and we find they please because they are confessed resemblances.