Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles.
There seems a life in hair, though it be dead.
The person who can be only serious or only cheerful, is but half a man.
The last excessive feelings of delight are always grave.
Whatever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves... how we can turn it into good. So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers.
Where the mouth is sweet and the eyes intelligent, there is always the look of beauty, with a right heart.