Women are proverbially credulous.
You may tell a man thou art a fiend, but not your nose wants blowing; to him alone who can bear a thing of that kind, you may tell all.
Dress is an index of your contents.
Malice is poisoned by her own venom.
To realize that you were mistaken, is just the acknowledgement , that you are wiser today than you were yesterday.
There are many kinds of smiles, each having a distinct character. Some announce goodness and sweetness, others betray sarcasm, bitterness and pride; some soften the countenance by their languishing tenderness, others brighten by their spiritual vivacity.