For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn? — Jane Austen. English novelist (1775–1817)
Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?
Why not seize the pleasure at once, how often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparations.
In every power, of which taste is the foundation, excellence is pretty fairly divided between the sexes.