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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.
Grammar, which knows how to lord it over kings, and with high
hands makes them obey its laws.
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Grammar, which knows how to lord it over kings, and with high
hands makes them obey its laws.
[Fr., La grammaire, qui sait regenter jusqu'aux rois,
Et les fait, la main haute, obeir a ses lois.]
To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a place of many words and read more
To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a place of many words and man appears a mere talking animal not much more wonderful than a parrot.
Language is fossil poetry.
Language is fossil poetry.
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.
The language of truth is simple.
The language of truth is simple.
Our native language is like a second skin, so much a part of us we resist the idea that it read more
Our native language is like a second skin, so much a part of us we resist the idea that it is constantly changing, constantly being renewed.
