Nothing Is Born, Nothing Dies.

Thus, While I Thought Myself Employed Only In Forming A Nomenclature, And While I Proposed To Myself Nothing More Than To Improve The Chemical Language, My Work Transformed Itself By Degrees, Without My Being Able To Prevent It, Into A Treatise Upon The Elements Of Chemistry.

It Is Impossible To Disassociate Language From Science...to Call Forth A Concept, A Word Is Needed.

One Succeeds In Obtaining An Equivalent Production At A Lower Price By Improving The Arts, Trades And Agriculture And By Developing The Physical And Moral Qualities Of Workers, Farmers And Craftsmen.

We Think Only Through The Medium Of Words. Languages Are True Analytical Methods. Algebra, Which Is Adapted To Its Purpose In Every Species Of Expression, In The Most Simple, Most Exact, And Best Manner Possible, Is At The Same Time A Language And An Analytical Method. The Art Of Reasoning Is Nothing More Than A Language Well Arranged.

I Have Had A Fairly Long Life, Above All A Very Happy One, And I Think That I Shall Be Remembered With Some Regrets And Perhaps Leave Some Reputation Behind Me. What More Could I Ask? The Events In Which I Am Involved Will Probably Save Me From The Troubles Of Old Age. I Shall Die In Full Possession Of My Faculties, And That Is Another Advantage That I Should Count Among Those That I Have Enjoyed. If I Have Any Distressing Thoughts, It Is Of Not Having Done More For My Family; To Be Unable To Give Either To Them Or To You Any Token Of My Affection And My Gratitude Is To Be Poor Indeed.