A riot is the language of the unheard.
Our sins are sins of language.
With languages, you are at home anywhere.
Language is froth on the surface of thought.
It is time for dead languages to be quiet.
There are times when the power of language is not the power that is needed.
Poetry is, first and last, language - the rest is filler.
Poetry, almost by definition, calls attention to its language and form.
If you respect a language and culture, it shows in your work.
Fashion is a language, for sure, and it is a reflection of society.
I do love to interpret songs in American Sign Language.
Music is the soul of language.
Finality is not the language of politics.
German is a much more precise language than English. Americans throw the word love around for everything: I love my wife! I love all my friends! I love rock music! I love the rain! I love comic books! I love peanut butter! The word you use to describ...
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here was the secret of happiness, about which philosophers had disputed for so many ages, at once discovered; happiness might now be bought for a penny, and carried in the waistcoat-pocket; portable ecstasies might be had corked up in a pint-bottle; ...
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