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The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean
The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean
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.
Language is the only instrument of science, and words are but the
signs of ideas.
Language is the only instrument of science, and words are but the
signs of ideas.
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
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?
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
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.
