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For every man there is something in the vocabulary that would stick to him like a second skin. His enemies read more
For every man there is something in the vocabulary that would stick to him like a second skin. His enemies have only to find it.
All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar's teeth.
All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar's teeth.
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?
Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it
Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it
And don't confound the language of the nation
With long-tailed words in osity and ation.
And don't confound the language of the nation
With long-tailed words in osity and ation.
Language is wine upon the lips.
Language is wine upon the lips.
The English language is rather like a monster accordion, stretchable at the whim of the editor, compressible ad lib.
The English language is rather like a monster accordion, stretchable at the whim of the editor, compressible ad lib.
Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
