We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of a man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him. — 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.