We met Dr. Hall in such deep mourning that either his mother, his wife, or himself must be dead. — 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?
In every power, of which taste is the foundation, excellence is pretty fairly divided between the sexes.
Why not seize the pleasure at once, how often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparations.