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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?
For I am a bear of very little brain and long words bother me.
For I am a bear of very little brain and long words bother me.
Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter!
Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter!
Spoken language is merely a series of squeaks.
Spoken language is merely a series of squeaks.
Language is a process of free creation; its laws and principles are fixed, but the manner in which the principles read more
Language is a process of free creation; its laws and principles are fixed, but the manner in which the principles of generation are used is free and infinitely varied. Even the interpretation and use of words involves a process of free creation.
How can I tell what I think till I see what I say?
How can I tell what I think till I see what I say?
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
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.
