"For the want of a cultivated taste."
"Pshaw!" said Mr. Ricardo, letting go my hand. "That has nothing to do with happiness."
"Do you think so, sir?"
"Certainly. What can a cultivated taste do for you, but create imaginary wants, that you would do just as well without?"
"If you have not them, you have not the exquisite pleasure of gratifying them."
"Well, and what if you haven't? How are you the worse off? The want that is not known is not felt."
"But the range of pleasure is a very different thing without them," said I.
"And character is a very different thing," said my father.
"Character?" said Mr. Ricardo.