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Language is a city to the building of which every human being
brought a stone.
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Language is a city to the building of which every human being
brought a stone.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson,
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.
Like a diaphanous nightgown, language both hides and reveals.
Like a diaphanous nightgown, language both hides and reveals.
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.
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.
Language is memory and metaphor.
Language is memory and metaphor.
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.
