There are some situations of the human mind in which good sense has very little power.

He admires as a lover, not as a connoisseur. To satisfy me, those characters must be united. I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own. He must enter into all my feelings: the same books, the same music must charm us both.

Hope no one adds zombies to this.

He looks miserable poor soul!

And, alas! how always known no principle to supply as a duty what the heart was deficient in.

It is such a spur to one's genius, such an opening for wit, to have a dislike of that kind. One may be continually abusive without saying anything just; but one cannot always be laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.

Wickedness is always wickedness, but folly is not always folly.