Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.
If language had been the creation not of poetry but of logic, we should only have one.
Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.
Language is memory and metaphor.
All language reflects the prejudices of the society in which it evolved.
Spoken language is merely a series of squeaks.
Language is the roadmap of a culture. It tells you where its people came from and where they are going.
Male supremacy is fused into the language, so that every sentence both heralds and affirms it.
Words are the leaves of the tree of language, of which, if some fall away, a new succession takes their place.
Mechanical difficulties with language are the outcome of internal difficulties with thought.
Language is power, life and the instrument of culture, the instrument of domination and liberation.
Language is a city to the building of which every human being brought a stone.
Our native language is like a second skin, so much a part of us we resist the idea that it is constantly changing, constantly being renewed.
Language is wine upon the lips.
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
I have been a believer in the magic of language since, at a very early age, I discovered that some words got me into trouble and others got me out.
Like a diaphanous nightgown, language both hides and reveals.
Accuracy of language is one of the bulwarks of truth.
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.
Language exerts hidden power, like the moon on the tides.
No language is rude that can boast polite writers.
The language of truth is simple.
Language is a process of free creation; its laws and principles are fixed, but the manner in which the principles of generation are used is free and infinitely varied. Even the interpretation and use of words involves a process of free creation.
The individual's whole experience is built upon the plan of his language.
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.