The present is only intelligible in the light of the past.

For we must share, if we would keep, that blessing from above; ceasing to give, we cease to have; such is the law of love.

Language is the close-fitting dress of thought.

We kneel, how weak; we rise, how full of power! Why, therefore, should we do ourselves this wrong, Or others — that we are not always strong, That we are ever overborne with care, That we should ever weak or heartless be, Anxious or troubled, when with us is prayer, And joy and strength and courage are with Thee?

Language is the amber in which a thousand precious and subtle thoughts have been safely embedded and preserved. It has arrested ten thousand lightning flashes of genius, which, unless thus fixed and arrested, might have been as bright, but would have also been as quickly passing and perishing, as the lightning.

The present is only intelligible in the light of the past.

The love of our own language, what is it, in fact, but the love of our country expressing itself in one particular direction?