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Joy Mingled With Sadness, Even With Grief, Is The Deepest Human Joy. It Winds Itself About The Soul With Indescribable Sweetness, With A Dim But Unerring Sense For What Will Some Day Be Born Of It.

-Wilhelm Von Humboldt

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Joy Mingled With Sadness,

Wilhelm Von Humboldt

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Joy Mingled With Sadness, Even With Grief, Is The Deepest Human Joy. It Winds Itself About The Soul With Indescribable Sweetness, With A Dim But Unerring Sense For What Will Some Day Be Born Of It.

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The Sea Has Been Called Deceitful And Treacherous, But There Lies In This Trait Only The Character Of A Great Natural Power, Which, To Speak According To Our Own Feelings, Renews Its Strength, And, Without Reference To Joy Or Sorrow, Follows Eternal Laws Which Are Imposed By A Higher Power.

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If We Glance At The Most Important Revolutions In History, We See At Once That The Greatest Number Of These Originated In The Periodical Revolutions Of The Human Mind.

However Benevolent May Be The Intentions Of Providence, They Do Not Always Advance The Happiness Of The Individual. Providence Has Always Higher Ends In View, And Works In A Pre-eminent Degree On The Inner Feelings And Disposition.

In Every Remodelling Of The Present, The Existing Condition Of Things Must Be Supplanted By A New One. Now Every Variety Of Circumstances In Which Men Find Themselves, Every Object Which Surrounds Them, Communicates A Definite Form And Impress To Their Internal Nature. This Form Is Not Such That It Can Change And Adapt Itself To Any Other A Man May Choose To Receive; And The End Is Foiled, While The Power Is Destroyed, When We Attempt To Impose Upon That Which Is Already Stamped In The Soul A Form Which Disagrees With It.

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.

Every Man, However Good He May Be, Has A Yet Better Man Dwelling In Him, Which Is Properly Himself, But To Whom Nevertheless He Is Often Unfaithful. It Is To This Interior And Less Mutable Being That We Should Attach Ourselves, Not To Be Changeable, Every-day Man.

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

Man Is Naturally More Disposed To Beneficent Than Selfish Actions. This We Learn Even From The History Of Savages. The Domestic Virtues Have Something In Them So Inviting And Genial, And The Public Virtues Of The Citizen Something So Grand And Inspiring, That Even He Who Is Barely Uncorrupted, Is Seldom Able To Resist Their Charm.

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.

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.

It Is A Characteristic Of Old Age To Find The Progress Of Time Accelerated. The Less One Accomplishes In A Given Time, The Shorter Does The Retrospect Appear.

The More A Man Acts On His Own, The More He Develops Himself. In Large Associations He Is Too Prone To Become Merely An Instrument.

Fancy Brings Us As Many Vain Hopes As Idle Fears.

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The Finest Fruit Earth Holds Up To Its Maker Is A Finished Man.

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The Price Of Apparent Happiness And Enjoyment Is The Neglect Of The Spontaneous Active Energies Of The Acting Members.

Coercion May Prevent Many Transgressions; But It Robs Even Actions Which Are Legal Of A Part Of Their Beauty. Freedom May Lead To Many Transgressions, But It Lends Even To Vices A Less Ignoble Form.

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