And now, dear Mr. Worthing, I will not intrude any longer into a house of sorrow. I would merely beg you not to be too much bowed down by grief. What seem to us bitter trials are often blessings in disguise. This seems to me a blessing of an extremely obvious kind.
Oscar WildeHe is really not so ugly after all, provided, of course, that one shuts one's eyes, and does not look at him.
Oscar Wilde