Silence is the perfect herald of joy.
So curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever.
God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!
Opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects.
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, When not to be, receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed, Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.
In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.