Coercion May Prevent Many Transgressions; But It

One Must Not Consider A Language As A Product Dead, And Formed But Once; It Is An Animate Being, And Ever Creative. Human Thought Elaborates Itself With The Progress Of Intelligence; And Of This Thought Language Is A Manifestation. An Idiom Cannot Therefore Remain Stationary; It Walks, It Develops, It Grows Up, It Fortifies Itself, It Becomes Old, And It Reaches Decrepitude.

The Mere Reality Of Life Would Be Inconceivably Poor Without The Charm Of Fancy, Which Brings In Its Bosom, No Doubt, As Many Vain Fears As Idle Hopes, But Lends Much Oftener To The Illusions It Calls Up A Gay Flattering Hue Than One Which Inspires Terror.

Natural Objects Themselves, Even When They Make No Claim To Beauty, Excite The Feelings, And Occupy The Imagination. Nature Pleases, Attracts, Delights, Merely Because It Is Nature. We Recognize In It An Infinite Power.

To Behold, Is Not Necessary To Observe, And The Power Of Comparing And Combining Is Only To Be Obtained By Education. It Is Much To Be Regretted That Habits Of Exact Observation Are Not Cultivated In Our Schools; To This Deficiency May Be Traced Much Of The Fallacious Reasoning, The False Philosophy Which Prevails.

Besides The Pleasure Derived From Acquired Knowledge, There Lurks In The Mind Of Man, And Tinged With A Shade Of Sadness, An Unsatisfactory Longing For Something Beyond The Present, A Striving Towards Regions Yet Unknown And Unopened.