It Is Resignation And Contentment That Are

Man Is More Disposed To Domination Than Freedom; And A Structure Of Dominion Not Only Gladdens The Eye Of The Master Who Rears And Protects It, But Even Its Servants Are Uplifted By The Thought That They Are Members Of A Whole, Which Rises High Above The Life And Strength Of Single Generations.

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.

True Resignation, Which Always Brings With It The Confidence That Unchangeable Goodness Will Make Even The Disappointment Of Our Hopes, And The Contradictions Of Life, Conducive To Some Benefit, Casts A Grave But Tranquil Light Over The Prospect Of Even A Toilsome And Troubled Life.

When We ... Devote Ourselves To The Strict And Unsparing Performance Of Duty, Ihen Happiness Comes Of Itself.

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.