Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart.
Time changes all things; there is no reason why language should escape this universal law.
History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.
Language is a system whose parts can and must all be considered in their synchronic solidarity.
True and False are attributes of speech, not of things. And where speech is not, there is neither Truth nor Falsehood.
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
Poetry is one of the destinies of speech... One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.
