And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain read more

And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain of our best glories shall be sent, 't unknowing Nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident may come refined with the accents that are ours?

Language is wine upon the lips.

Language is wine upon the lips.

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.

A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.

A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.

Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.

Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.

Accuracy of language is one of the bulwarks of truth.

Accuracy of language is one of the bulwarks of truth.

The language of truth is simple.

The language of truth is simple.

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.

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.