This is from David Hume’s essay “Of the Delicacy of Taste and Passion.”
In short, delicacy of taste has the same effect as delicacy of passion: It enlarges the sphere both of our happiness and misery, and makes us sensible to pains as well as pleasures, which escape the rest of mankind.
I believe, however, everyone will agree with me, that, notwithstanding this resemblance, delicacy of taste is as much to be desired and cultivated as delicacy of passion is to be lamented, and to be remedied, if possible. The good or ill accidents of life are very little at our disposal; but we are pretty much masters of what books we shall read, what diversions we shall partake of, and what company we shall keep. Philosophers have endeavored to render happiness entirely independent of every thing external. That degree of perfection is impossible to be attained: But every wise man will endeavour to place his happiness on such objects chiefly as depend upon himself: and that is not to be attained so much by any other means as by delicacy of sentiment. When a man is possessed of this talent, he is more happy by what pleases his taste, than by what gratifies his appetites, and receives more enjoyment from a poem or a piece of reasoning than the most expensive luxury can afford.
What do you make of this as a middle ground between internal and external accounts of the causes of happiness? Is this idea of the delicacy of taste elitist? Would that be an objection to it?
Anyway, I think Hume does an excellent job here of articulating a good deal of what Mill later had in mind when speaking of “higher” pleasures. And that reminds me that I just read a fascinating paper on Mill’s account of higher pleasures by Elijah Milgram [gated].