Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.

Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.

If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found the time to conquer the world.

If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found the time to conquer the world.

The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.

The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.

The language of truth is unadorned and always simple.

The language of truth is unadorned and always simple.

No language is rude that can boast polite writers.

No language is rude that can boast polite writers.

Language is the roadmap of a culture. It tells you where its people came from and where they are going.

Language is the roadmap of a culture. It tells you where its people came from and where they are going.

Language is fossil poetry.

Language is fossil poetry.

Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.

Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.

Language. I loved it. And for a long time I would think of myself, of my whole body, as an read more

Language. I loved it. And for a long time I would think of myself, of my whole body, as an ear.