The more powerful the obstacle, the more glory we have in overcoming it; and the difficulties with which we are met are the maids of honor which set off virtue.
She is laughing up her sleeve at you.
One can be well-bred and write bad poetry
One cannot but mistrust a prospect of felicity: one must enjoy it before one can believe in it.
One is easily fooled by that which one loves.
And with his arms crossed he looks pityingly down from his spiritual height on everything that anyone says.