Language

All religion is an attempt to express... what is essentially inexpressible. Every new religion has to create its own language.

Infatuation is the language of a beautiful eye upon a sensitive heart.

Unkind language is sure to produce the fruits of unkindness, that is, suffering in the bosoms others.

Ours is the age of substitutes; instead of language, we have jargon; instead of principles, slogans; instead of genuine ideas, bright ideas.

Anyone who is thoroughly familiar with the language and literature of a people cannot be wholly its enemy.

Language is but spirit crystallized and substantiated.

The language of the heart which comes from the heart and goes to the heart - is always simple, graceful, and full of power, but no art of rhetoric can teach it. It is at once the easiest and most difficult language, difficult, since it needs a heart to speak it; easy, because its periods though rounded and full of harmony, are still unstudied.

Wit must be without effort. Wit is play, not work; a nimbleness of the fancy, not a laborious effort of the will; a license, a holiday, a carnival of thought and feeling, not a trifling with speech, a constraint upon language, a duress upon words.

Kindness is a language the dumb can speak, and the deaf can hear and understand.

By the time the child can draw more that scribble, by the age of four or five years, an already well-formed body of conceptual knowledge formulated in language dominates his memory and controls his graphic work. Drawings are graphic accounts of essentially verbal processes. As an essentially verbal education gains control, the child abandons his graphic efforts and relies almost entirely on words. Language has first spoilt drawing and then swallowed it up completely.

If you had the seeds of pestilence in your body you would not have a more active contagion that you have in your tempers, tastes, and principles. Simply to be in this world, whatever you are, is to exert an influence, compared with which mere language and persuasion are feeble.

In her starry shade of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn the language of another world.

Music is the language of praise; and one of the most essential preparations for eternity is delight in praising God; a higher acquirement, I do think, than even delight and devotedness to prayer.

All language is personal; we cannot hand our faith to one another. This has always been true. Even in the Middle Ages when faith was theoretically uniform it was always practically individual.

Poetry is the music of thought, conveyed to us in the music of language.

Whatever is highest and holiest is tinged with melancholy. The eye of genius has always a plaintive expression, and its natural language is pathos.

The first book of the nation is the dictionary of its language.

Language is the apparel in which your thoughts parade before in public. Never clothe them in vulgar and shoddy attire.

Beliefs, desires, and intentions are a condition of language, but language is also a condition for them. On the other hand, being able to attribute beliefs and desires to a creature is certainly a condition of sharing a convention with that creature; while, if I am right... convention is not a condition of language. I suggest, then, that philosopher who make convention a necessary element in language have the matter backwards. The truth is rather that language is a condition for having conventions.

Every individual or national degeneration is immediately revealed by a directly proportional degradation of language.