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

To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a place of many words and man appears a mere talking animal not much more wonderful than a parrot.

We are armed with language adequate to describe each leaf of the filed, but not to describe human character.

Even if you do learn to speak correct English, whom are you going to speak it to?

It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.

Life and language are alike sacred. Homicide and verbicide --that is, violent treatment of a word with fatal results to its legitimate meaning, which is its life --are alike forbidden.

Language is the dress of thought.

Might, could, would --they are contemptible auxiliaries.

Language is only the instrument of science, and words are but the signs of ideas.

There is in every child a painstaking teacher, so skilful that he obtains identical results in all children in all parts of the world. The only language men ever speak perfectly is the one they learn in babyhood, when no one can teach them anything!