Quotes About Expression

This is why the collapse of the relationship between experts and citizens is a dysfunction of democracy itself. The abysmal literacy, both political and general, of the American public is the foundation for all of these problems. It is the soil in which all of the other dysfunctions have taken root and prospered, with the 2016 election only its most recent expression.

An art whose medium is language will always show a high degree of critical creativeness, for speech is itself a critique of life: it names, it characterizes, it passes judgment, in that it creates.

A solitary, unused to speaking of what he sees and feels, has mental experiences which are at once more intense and less articulate than those of a gregarious man.

A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.

In books we never find anything but ourselves. Strangely enough, that always gives us great pleasure, and we say the author is a genius.

I know I am talking nonsense, but I'd rather go rambling on, and partly expressing something I find it difficult to express, than to keep on transmitting faultless platitudes.

Art is the funnel, as it were, through which spirit is poured into life.

Punctuation to the writer is like anatomy to the artist: he learns the rules so he can knowledgeably and controllédly depart from them as art requires. Punctuation is a means, and its end is: helping the reader to hear, to follow.

Literature is the ditch I'm going to die in. It's still the thing I care most about.

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.

His voice, the very sound of rolling eyes.

If of a number of shreds of his sentences he can shape an oration, from all the world hee carries it awaie, although in truth it be no more than a fooles coat of many coulours. No inuention or matter haue they of theyr owne, but tacke vp a stile of his stale galimafries. The leaden headed Germanes first began this, and we Englishmen haue surfetted of their absurd imitation. I pittie Nizolius that had nothing to doe, but picke thrids ends out of an olde ouerworne garment.

But such is the irresistable nature of truth, that all it asks, and all it wants is the liberty of appearing.

Such is the irresistible nature of truth that all it asks, and all it wants, is the liberty of appearing.

But such is the irresistible nature of truth, that all it asks, and all it wants, is the liberty of appearing.

When the tongue or the pen is let loose in a frenzy of passion, it is the man, and not the subject, that becomes exhausted.

Every man who knows anything of languages, knows that it is impossible to translate from one language into another, not only without losing a great part of the original, but frequently of mistaking the sense.

Creation speaketh an universal language, independently of human speech or human language

U zult me toch willen nageven dat ik altijd sterk heb benadrukt dat elk mens het recht heeft op een eigen mening, hoezeer die mening ook van de mijne afwijkt. Hij die een ander dit recht ontzegt, maakt zichzelf tot slaaf van zijn huidige mening, omdat hij zichzelf dan het recht ontneemt deze te veranderen.

We may spend our lives curing the mind that we may in turn cure the body, or doctoring the body that we may heal the mind when the logical thing would be to heal and set in harmony the real spiritual being back of them so that it will express health through them.

We have to confess that one man manifests more of the divine life than another, because he furnishes, consciously or otherwise, a better channel through which the divine life may flow. He has more avenues of expression, and is able to keep them open, and hence is a better medium through which the divine life may speak.

God lives out his life in the life of the world and all things therein, his highest expression being man.

Let those love now who never loved before;Let those who always loved, now love the more.

I love you' is what people say when they have run out of words and can't say anything else. It is like reaching out a hand in desperation.