Beauty without colour seems somehow to belong to another world.

There is more here than meets the eye.

Old age is a disease from which there is no recovery but the old nun's recent attack had certainly been brought on chiefly by the fatigue of so much travelling.

One ought not to be unkind to a woman merely on account of her plainness, any more than one had a right to take liberties with her merely because she was handsome

You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay.

How strange a thing is the heart of man!

Who has told you that the fruit belies the flower? For the fruit you have not tasted, and the flower you know but by report.