The language of truth is unadorned and always simple.

The language of truth is unadorned and always simple.

To God I speak Spanish, to women Italian, to men French, and to
my horse--German.

To God I speak Spanish, to women Italian, to men French, and to
my horse--German.

Spoken language is merely a series of squeaks.

Spoken language is merely a series of squeaks.

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

I stand and listen to people speaking french in the stores and in the street. It's such a pert, crisp read more

I stand and listen to people speaking french in the stores and in the street. It's such a pert, crisp language, elegant as ruffling taffeta.

The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.

The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.

Language is wine upon the lips.

Language is wine upon the lips.

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.

Change your language and you change your thoughts.

Change your language and you change your thoughts.