God who gives the wound gives the salve.
They must take me for a fool, or even worse, a lunatic. And no wonder ,for I am so intensely conscious of my misfortune and my misery is so overwhelming that I am powerless to resist it and am being turned into stone, devoid of all knowledge or feeling.
We are all as God made us and frequently much worse.
They must needs go whom the Devil drives.
Wit and humor do not reside in slow minds.
All kinds of beauty do not inspire love; there is a kind which only pleases the sight, but does not captivate the affections.