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Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.
Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.
The language of truth is unadorned and always simple.
The language of truth is unadorned and always simple.
Our native language is like a second skin, so much a part of us we resist the idea that it read more
Our native language is like a second skin, so much a part of us we resist the idea that it is constantly changing, constantly being renewed.
The learned fool writes his nonsense in better language than the unlearne, but it is still nonsense.
The learned fool writes his nonsense in better language than the unlearne, but it is still nonsense.
No language is rude that can boast polite writers.
No language is rude that can boast polite writers.
For every man there is something in the vocabulary that would stick to him like a second skin. His enemies read more
For every man there is something in the vocabulary that would stick to him like a second skin. His enemies have only to find 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?
Language is memory and metaphor.
Language is memory and metaphor.
