Mary Wollstonecraft,
Original Stories from Real Life…
(1796)
“ Trueman's ears, who said to her, smiling, my young friend, you value accomplishments much too highly—they may give grace to virtue, but are nothing without solid worth. Indeed, I may say more, for any thing like perfection in the arts cannot be attained, where a relish, nay, a delight in what is true and noble is wanting. A superficial observer may be pleased with a picture in which fine colours predominate; and quick movements in music may tickle the ear, though they never reach the heart: but it is the simple strain which affection animates, that we listen to with interest and delight. ”
