Language Is The Spiritual Exhalation Of The

If The Mind Loves Solitude, It Has Thereby Acquired A Loftier Character, And It Becomes Still More Noble When The Taste Is Indulged In.

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.

Map Reconciles Himself To Almost Any Event, However Trying, If It Happens In The Ordinary Course Of Nature. It Is The Extraordinary Alone That He Rebels Against. There Is A Moral Idea Associated With This Feeling; For The Extraordinary Appears To Be Something Like An Injustice Of Heaven.

Samskrit Is The Unsurpassed Zenith In The Whole Development Of Languages Yet Known To Us.

A Man Must Seek His Happiness And Inward Peace From Objects Which Cannot Be Taken Away From Him.