“Language is the apparel in which your thoughts parade before the public. ”
“Language is the apparel in which your thoughts parade in public. Never clothe them in vulgar and shoddy attire.”
“Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.”
“Language is the mother, not the handmaiden, of thought; words will tell you things you never thought or felt before.”
“I find it tiresome when people parade their agonies for public viewing; the last thing I want to evoke is pity. We are all the walking wounded, your pain is no worse than everyone else’s.”
“Language serves not only to express thought but to make possible thoughts which could not exist without it.”