Language is a form of human reason, which has its internal logic of which man knows nothing.

Language is a form of human reason, which has its internal logic of which man knows nothing.

Don Chaucer. well of English undefyled
On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.

Don Chaucer. well of English undefyled
On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.

The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.

The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.

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 power, life and the instrument of culture, the instrument of domination and liberation.

Language is power, life and the instrument of culture, the instrument of domination and liberation.

Language is wine upon the lips.

Language is wine upon the lips.

The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.

The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.

The individual's whole experience is built upon the plan of his language.

The individual's whole experience is built upon the plan of his language.

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.