I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
Time changes all things; there is no reason why language should escape this universal law.
Speech has both an individual and a social side, and we cannot conceive of one without the other.
Without language, thought is a vague, uncharted nebula.
Psychologically our thought-apart from its expression in words-is only a shapeless and indistinct mass.
Everyone, left to his own devices, forms an idea about what goes on in language which is very far from the truth.