| Delicacy is the genuine tint of virtue.|
Marguerite de Valois.
| Delicacy in woman is strength.|
| Delicacy is an attribute of heaven.|
| Delicacy is to affectation what grace is to beauty.|
Mme. de Maintenon.
| Delicacy is to the affections what grace is to the beauty.|
| If you destroy delicacy and a sense of shame in a young girl, you deprave her very fast.|
| Delicacy is the coquetry of truth; fastidiousness is the prudery of falsehood.|
H. W. Shaw.
| Delicacy is to the mind what fragrance is to the fruit.|
| The dependant who cultivates delicacy in himself very little consults his own tranquillity.|
| An appearance of delicacy is inseparable from sweetness and gentleness of character.|
| The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.|
| An appearance of delicacy, and even of fragility, is almost essential to beauty.|
| Love lessens womans delicacy, and increases mans.|
| In delicate souls love never presents itself but under the veil of esteem.|
| It is against womanhood to be forward in their own wishes.|
Sir P. Sidney.
| True delicacy, that most beautiful heart-leaf of humanity, exhibits itself most significantly in little things.|
| The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling.|
| To a woman of delicate feeling the most persuasive declaration of love consists in the embarrassment of the lover.|
| A fine lady is a squirrel-headed thing, with small airs and small notions; about as applicable to the business of life as a pair of tweezers to the clearing of a forest.|
| Women could take part in the processions, the songs, the dances, of old religion; no one fancied their delicacy was impaired by appearing in public for such a cause.|
Margaret Fuller Ossoli.
| Weak men often from the very principle of their weakness derive a certain susceptibility, delicacy and taste which render them, in those particulars, much superior to men of stronger and more consistent minds, who laugh at them.|
| The commonest man, who has his ounce of sense and feeling, is conscious of the difference between a lovely, delicate woman and a coarse one. Even a dog feels a difference in her presence.|
| Friendship, love, and piety ought to be handled with a sort of mysterious secrecy; they ought to be spoken of only in the rare moments of perfect confidence, to be mutually understood in silence. Many things are too delicate to be thought; many more, to be spoken.|
| There is a certain delicacy which in yielding conquers; and with a pitiful look makes one find cause to crave help ones self.|
Sir P. Sidney.