A woman's hopes are woven of sunbeams; a shadow annihilates them.
Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
I think I dislike what I don't like more than I like what I like.
Wise books For half the truths they hold are honored tombs.
even those who call themselves 'intimate' know very little about each other - hardly ever know just how a sorrow is felt, and hurt each other by their very attempts at sympathy or consolation. We can bear no hand on our bruises.
I think cheerfulness is a fortune in itself.