Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.

'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear.

Success is a rare paint, hides all the ugliness.

A quiet mediocrity is still to be preferred before a troubled superfluity.

Beauties that from worth arise are like the grace of deities.

Joy never feasts so high as when the first course is of misery.

Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.