The Finest Fruit Earth Holds Up To

Even By Means Of Our Sorrows We Belong To The Eternal Plan.

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.

If It Were Not Somewhat Fanciful To Suppose That Every Human Excellence Is Presented, As It Were, In One Kind Of Being, We Might Believe That The Whole Treasure Of Morality And Order Is Enshrined In The Female Character.

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.

The Sensual And Spiritual Are Linked Together By A Mysterious Bond, Sensed By Our Emotions, Though Hidden From Our Eyes. To This Double Nature Of The Visible And Invisible World - To The Profound Longing For The Latter, Coupled With The Feeling Of The Sweet Necessity For The Former, We Owe All Sound And Logical Systems Of Philosophy, Truly Based On The Immutable Principles Of Our Nature, Just As From The Same Source Arise The Most Senseless Enthusiasms.