All sweeping assertions are erroneous.
Knowledge is much like dust - it sticks to one, one does not know how.
Conscience, like a child, is soon lulled to sleep.
The rich know not how hard it is to be of needful rest and needful food debarred.
Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.
We would liken music to Aladdin's lamp — worthless in itself, not so for the spirits which obey its call. We love it for the buried hopes, the garnered memories, the tender feelings, it can summon with a touch.