So Much To Win, So Much To

All Sweeping Assertions Are Erroneous.

There Is The Cause For Pleasure And For Pain: But Music Moves Us, And We Know Not Why? We Feel The Tears, But Cannot Trace Their Source. Is It The Language Of Some Other State, Born Of Its Memory! For What Can Wake The Soul's Strong Instinct Of Another World, Like Music！

I Have A Respect For Family Pride. If It Be A Prejudice, It Is A Prejudice In Its Most Picturesque Shape. But I Hold It Is Connected With Some Of The Noblest Feelings In Our Nature.

Good Taste Is His Religion, His Morality, His Standard, And His Test.

Jealousy Ought To Be Tragic, To Save It From Being Ridiculous.