He has strangled
His language in his tears.

He has strangled
His language in his tears.

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?

Language is memory and metaphor.

Language is memory and metaphor.

Accuracy of language is one of the bulwarks of truth.

Accuracy of language is one of the bulwarks of truth.

The language of truth is unadorned and always simple.

The language of truth is unadorned and always simple.

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.

Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons read more

Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.

The English have no respect for their language, and will not teach their children to speak it.

The English have no respect for their language, and will not teach their children to speak it.

To God I speak Spanish, to women Italian, to men French, and to
my horse--German.

To God I speak Spanish, to women Italian, to men French, and to
my horse--German.