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Change your language and you change your thoughts.
Change your language and you change your thoughts.
Language is a city to the building of which every human being brought a stone.
Language is a city to the building of which every human being brought a stone.
No language is rude that can boast polite writers.
No language is rude that can boast polite writers.
Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it
Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it
How can I tell what I think till I see what I say?
How can I tell what I think till I see what I say?
Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. read more
Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. Her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.
And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain read more
And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain of our best glories shall be sent, 't unknowing Nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident may come refined with the accents that are ours?
