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 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.

Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it

Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it

Words are the leaves of the tree of language, of which, if some fall away, a new succession takes their read more

Words are the leaves of the tree of language, of which, if some fall away, a new succession takes their place.

If it is true that the violin is the most perfect of musical instruments, then Greek is the violin of read more

If it is true that the violin is the most perfect of musical instruments, then Greek is the violin of humn thought.

Spoken language is merely a series of squeaks.

Spoken language is merely a series of squeaks.

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.

Change your language and you change your thoughts.

Change your language and you change your thoughts.

We defend ourself with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.

We defend ourself with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.