To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a place of many words and man appears a mere talking animal not much more wonderful than a parrot.

Writing in English is like throwing mud at a wall.

There is a weird power in a spoken word.

The language is being finalized and reviewed, and we should have the complete terms available to present to the members in a few days.

Cinematography is infinite in its possibilities... much more so than music or language.

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much.