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And who in time knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
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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?
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.
Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. read more
Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. Her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.
When a language creates -- as it does -- a community within the present, it does so only by courtesy read more
When a language creates -- as it does -- a community within the present, it does so only by courtesy of a community between the present and the past.
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?
To have another language is to possess a second soul.
To have another language is to possess a second soul.
Accent is the soul of a language; it gives the feeling and truth
to it.
[Fr., L'accent est read more
Accent is the soul of a language; it gives the feeling and truth
to it.
[Fr., L'accent est l'ame du discours, il lui donne le sentiment
et la verite.]
We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our read more
We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.
