C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
A modicum of discord is the very spice of courtship.
Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
Untimely conduct is the discord of manners.
Mme. Louise Colet.
How sour sweet music is, When time is broke, and no proportion kept!
Unity, agreement, is always silent or soft-voiced; it is only discord that loudly proclaims itself.
Our life is full of discord; but by forbearance and virtue this same discord can be turned to harmony.
From hence, let fierce contending nations know What dire effects from civil discord flow.
Discord, a sleepless hag, who never dies,
With snipe-like nose and ferret-glowing eyes,
Lean sallow cheeks, long chin, with beard supplied,
Poor crackling joints, and witherd parchment hide,
As if old drums, worn out with martial din, Had clubbd their yellow heads to form her skin.
8 The peacemakers shall be called the sons of God, who came to make peace between God and man. What then shall the sowers of discord be called, but the children of the devil? And what must they look for but their fathers portion?