there's no accounting for tastes

Thérèse de Lisieux, There's many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip, There's method in his madness, There's more than one way to skin a cat, There's no accounting for taste, there's no accounting for tastes, There's no fool like an old fool, There's no place like home, there's no smoke without fire, there's no telling, there's no time like the present