The love of our own language, what is it, in fact, but the love of our country expressing itself in one particular direction?
We live not in our moments or our years: The present we fling from us like the rind Of some sweet future, which we after find Bitter to taste. - Richard Chenevix Trench
We live not in our moments or our years: The present we fling from us like the rind Of some sweet future, which we after find Bitter to taste.
- Richard Chenevix Trench
Speak but little and well, if you would be esteemed as a man of merit. - Richard Chenevix Trench
Speak but little and well, if you would be esteemed as a man of merit.
Oh seize the instant time; you never will With water once passed by impel the mill. - Richard Chenevix Trench
Oh seize the instant time; you never will With water once passed by impel the mill.
Language is the amber in which a thousand precious and subtle thoughts have been safely embedded and preserved. It has arrested ten thousand lightnin… - Richard Chenevix Trench
Language is the amber in which a thousand precious and subtle thoughts have been safely embedded and preserved. It has arrested ten thousand lightnin…
The love of our own language, what is it, in fact, but the love of our country expressing itself in one particular direction? - Richard Chenevix Trench
Grammar is the logic of speech, even as logic is the grammar of reason. - Richard Chenevix Trench
Grammar is the logic of speech, even as logic is the grammar of reason.
If we with earnest effort could succeed To make our life one long, connected prayer, As lives of some, perhaps, have been and are; If, never leaving … - Richard Chenevix Trench
If we with earnest effort could succeed To make our life one long, connected prayer, As lives of some, perhaps, have been and are; If, never leaving …
Language is the amber in which a thousand precious and subtle thoughts have been safely embedded and preserved. - Richard Chenevix Trench
Language is the amber in which a thousand precious and subtle thoughts have been safely embedded and preserved.
Nothing is true but Love, nor aught of worth; Love is the incense which doth sweeten earth. - Richard Chenevix Trench
Nothing is true but Love, nor aught of worth; Love is the incense which doth sweeten earth.
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