Language Makes Infinite Use Of Finite Media.

The Sorrow Which Calls For Help And Comfort Is Not The Greatest, Nor Does It Come From The Depths Of The Heart.

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.

Prayer Is Intended To Increase The Devotion Of The Individual, But If The Individual Himself Prays He Requires No Formula; He Pours Himself Forth Much More Naturally In Self-chosen And Connected Thoughts Before God, And Scarcely Requires Words At All. Real Inward Devotion Knows No Prayer But That Arising From The Depths Of Its Own Feelings.

It Is Resignation And Contentment That Are Best Calculated To Lead Us Safely Through Life. Whoever Has Not Sufficient Power To Endure Privations, And Even Suffering, Can Never Feel That He Is Armor Proof Against Painful Emotions,--nay, He Must Attribute To Himself, Or At Least To The Morbid Sensitiveness Of His Nature, Every Disagreeable Feeling He May Suffer.

Real Inward Devotion Knows No Prayer But That Arising From The Depths Of Its Own Feelings.