A translation can never equal the original; it can approach it, and its quality can only be judged as to accuracy by how close it gets.
It is neither the best nor the worst things in a book that defy translation.
I don't use those terms [like Uncle Tom], and I would never speak in that kind of language.
It's very freaky in Chicago. There's something in the water there, I don't know what it is. But the actual word Chicago means, in the Indian language, garlic. It was just garlic and mosquitoes there. And that is the roughest city on the planet, and I been to every place in the world.
We always translate the other person's language into our own language.
I like to call someone a raving c**t every now and then, when it’s appropriate, for effect (. . . ) ‘You cocksucker. ’ I love that kind of language.
All alone - shorn of context, without captions - a photograph is neither true nor false. . . . For truth, properly considered, is about the relationship between language and the world, not about photographs and the world.
We have evolved to understand that language of power that's taken too much.
There is nothing more nervous than a million dollars - it moves very fast, and it doesn't speak any language.
My response to my friend Naheed Nenshi was simply to say that some of the hyperbolic language that's being used to critique this sensible reinforcement of the public nature of the citizenship oath is, I think, unhelpful, and is actually inflaming the situation.
The name of a person you love is more than language.
Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it.
When you choose a language, you're choosing more than a set of technical trade-offs-you're choosing a community.
The contrived language and the flattering attitude rarely come with the virtue.
If we could talk to the animals, learn their languages, maybe take an animal degree.
And that is the trouble with all lovers: they want more love, because they don't understand that the real desire is not for more love, but for something more than love. Their language ends with love; they don't know any way that is higher than love, and love does not satisfy. On the contrary, the more you love the more thirsty you become. At the fourth center of love, one feels a tremendous satisfaction only when energy starts moving to the fifth center.
Most Englishmen are convinced that God is an Englishman, probably educated at Eton.
We are tied down to a language which makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style.
God is gracious beyond the power of language to describe.
In language clarity is everything.