Language is wine upon the lips.
The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.
Language is the dress of thought.
A different language is a different vision of life.
Language has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone.
Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.
English is a funny language; that explains why we park our car on the driveway and drive our car on the parkway.
Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.
At no time is freedom of speech more precious than when a man hits his thumb with a hammer.
If our language is lost, everything will be lost.