Language is present in a piece of work like the sea in a single drop.

Solely in the world of languages is the amateur of value. Well-intentioned sentences full of mistakes can still build bridges between people. Asking in broken Italian which train we are supposed to board at the Venice railway station is far from useless. Indeed, it is better to do that than to remain uncertain and silent and end up back in Budapest rather than in Milan.

He who knows other languages feels even closer to his own language.

Language is the only thing worth knowing even poorly.

Aside from mastery in the fine arts, success in learning anything is the result of genuine interest and amount of energy dedicated to it.

I feel such a difference between a philologist/linguist and a linguaphile as, say, a choreographer and a ballerina.

One should connect language learning with either work or leisure. And not at the expense of them but to supplement them.