One man's ways may be as good as another's, but we all like our own best. — Jane Austen. English novelist (1775–1817)
In every power, of which taste is the foundation, excellence is pretty fairly divided between the sexes.
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.