And who in time knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
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And who in time knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
This gain of our best glory shall be sent,
T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores?
What worlds in th' yet unformed Occident
May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?

If it is true that the violin is the most perfect of musical instruments, then Greek is the violin of read more

If it is true that the violin is the most perfect of musical instruments, then Greek is the violin of humn thought.

The individual's whole experience is built upon the plan of his language.

The individual's whole experience is built upon the plan of his language.

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?

Language is fossil poetry.

Language is fossil poetry.

Words are the leaves of the tree of language, of which, if some fall away, a new succession takes their read more

Words are the leaves of the tree of language, of which, if some fall away, a new succession takes their place.

There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very
gesture.

There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very
gesture.

When a language creates -- as it does -- a community within the present, it does so only by courtesy read more

When a language creates -- as it does -- a community within the present, it does so only by courtesy of a community between the present and the past.

Language is wine upon the lips.

Language is wine upon the lips.