FORTRAN --'the infantile disorder'--, by now nearly 20 years old, is hopelessly inadequate for whatever computer application you have in mind today: it is now too clumsy, too risky, and too expensive to use. PL/I --'the fatal disease'-- belongs more to the problem set than to the solution set. It is practically impossible to teach good programming to students that have had a prior exposure to BASIC: as potential programmers they are mentally mutilated beyond hope of regeneration. The use of COBOL cripples the mind; its teaching should, therefore, be regarded as a criminal offence. APL is a mistake, carried through to perfection. It is the language of the future for the programming techniques of the past: it creates a new generation of coding bums.
About the use of language: it is impossible to sharpen a pencil with a blunt axe. It is equally vain to try to do it with ten blunt axes instead.
Drawing on my fine command of language, I said nothing.
And ye talk together still, In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill.
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he call'd the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars that on earth's firmament do shine.
Dance is the hidden language of the soul.
Which I wish to remark-- And my language is plain,-- That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar.
With just a little education and practice on how to manage your emotions, you can move into a new experience of life so rewarding that you will be motivated to keep on managing your emotional nature in order to sustain it. The payoff is delicious in terms of improved quality of life. Barbara Hoberman Levine, Your Body Believes Every Word You Say Learning to love and accept ourselves is basic to human education. So is learning to language emotion in a positive way. Ultimately when we learn to truly love and accept ourselves, we'll be able to live well and love each other and every thing we encounter. -Doc Childre.
Eloquence is the power to translate a truth into language perfectly intelligible to the person to whom you speak.
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip; Nay, her foot speaks.
Flowers are Love's truest language; they betray, Like the divining rods of Magi old, Where precious wealth lies buried, not of gold, But love--strong love, that never can decay!
For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter Of the Eternal's language;--on earth it is called Forgiveness!
Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart. -Martin Luther King.
It is not the literal past, the "facts" of history, that shape us, but images of the past embodied in language.
If we consider the superiority of the human species, the size of its brain, its powers of thinking, language and organization, we can say this: were there the slightest possibility that another rival or superior species might appear, on earth or elsewhere, man would use every means at his disposal to destroy it.
There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.
Jas in the Arab language is despair, And Min the darkest meaning of a lie. Thus cried the Jessamine among the flowers, How justly doth a lie Draw on its head despair! Among the fragrant spirits of the bowers The boldest and the strongest still was I. Although so fair, Therefore from Heaven A stronger perfume unto me was given Than any blossom of the summer hours.
Language is only the instrument of science, and words are but the signs of ideas.
Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty or humble, which constitute them, from the mighty peaks to the smalles of the tiny flowers hidden in the meadow's grass.
Language is fossil poetry.
Language is a city to the building of which every human being brought a stone. - Ralph Waldo Emerson,
And don't confound the language of the nation With long-tailed words in osity and ation.
Language is the only instrument of science, and words are but the signs of ideas.
The accent of one's country dwells in the mind and in the heart as much as in the language. [Fr., L'accent du pays ou l'on est ne demeure dans l'esprit et dans le coeur comme dans le langage.]
Language tethers us to the world; without it we spin like atoms.