I have no pretensions whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man. — Jane Austen. English novelist (1775–1817)
Why not seize the pleasure at once, how often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparations.
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?
In every power, of which taste is the foundation, excellence is pretty fairly divided between the sexes.