Language is the most massive and inclusive art we know, a mountainous and anonymous work of unconscious generations.
Language is the dress of thought.
Language shapes the way we think, and determines what we can think about.
The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.
Language is the source of misunderstandings.
Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.
Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.
A different language is a different vision of life.
Language is the road map of a culture. It tells you where its people come from and where they are going.
Language is the means of getting an idea from my brain into yours without surgery.
Language exerts hidden power, like the moon on the tides.
The limits of my language are the limits of my world.
One language sets you in a corridor for life. Two languages open every door along the way.