Language is the amber in which a thousand precious and subtle thoughts have been safely embedded and preserved.

The love of our own language, what is it, in fact, but the love of our country expressing itself in one particular direction?

If we with earnest effort could succeed To make our life one long, connected prayer, As lives of some, perhaps, have been and are; If, never leaving Thee, we have no need Our wandering spirits back again to lead Into Thy presence, but continued there Like angels standing on the highest stair Of the Sapphire Throne: this were to pray indeed!

Speak but little and well, if you would be esteemed as a man of merit.

Language is the amber in which a thousand precious and subtle thoughts have been safely embedded and preserved. It has arrested ten thousand lightning flashes of genius, which, unless thus fixed and arrested, might have been as bright, but would have also been as quickly passing and perishing, as the lightning.

Grammar is the logic of speech, even as logic is the grammar of reason.

Language is the close-fitting dress of thought.