You May Also Like / View all maxioms
And who in time knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
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 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?
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.
I have been a believer in the magic of language since, at a very early age, I discovered that some read more
I have been a believer in the magic of language since, at a very early age, I discovered that some words got me into trouble and others got me out.
I am the King of Rome, and above grammar.
[Lat., Ego sum rex Romanus, et supra grammaticam.]
I am the King of Rome, and above grammar.
[Lat., Ego sum rex Romanus, et supra grammaticam.]
Language is memory and metaphor.
Language is memory and metaphor.
He has strangled
His language in his tears.
He has strangled
His language in his tears.
Icky icky icky icky fKANG zoop-boing n zowzyin...
Icky icky icky icky fKANG zoop-boing n zowzyin...
The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.
The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.
