Were a language ever completely "grammatical" it would be a perfect engine of conceptual expression. Unfortunately, or luckily, no language is tyrannically consistent. All grammars leak.

Language is the most massive and inclusive art we know, a mountainous and anonymous work of unconscious generations.

Language is an anonymous, collective and unconscious art; the result of the creativity of thousands of generations.

We see and hear and otherwise experience very largely as we do because the language habits of our community predispose certain choices of interpretation.

Nonverbal communication is an elaborate secret code that is written nowhere, known by none, and understood by all.

Cultural anthropology is not valuable because it uncovers the archaic in the psychological sense. It is valuable because it is constantly rediscovering the normal.

I am convinced that the stratigraphic method will in the future enable archaeology to throw far more light on the history of American culture than it has done in the past.

The fact of the matter is that the 'real world' is to a large extent unconsciously built up on the language habits of the group.

In a sense, every form of expression is imposed upon one by social factors, one's own language above all.

No two languages are ever sufficiently similar to be considered as representing the same social reality.

One of the glories of English simplicity is the possibility of using the same word as noun and verb.

Money cannot redeem time.

We do not "come into" this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree.

Firearms manufacturers usually find themselves playing defense.

There is no use in talking as if forgiveness were easy. For we find that the work of forgiveness has to be done over and over again.

It is always our inabilities that vex us.

Attitude is an inward thought that wiggles its way out.

There are scenes that were right on the edge, but I always try to err on non-indulgence. It's something that I'm very careful about, that I'm just leaning too hard into something.

I think God has blessed us. He has blessed the Republican Party with some very good candidates. The Democrats can't even find one.

If you want to be an athlete, there's no way around it: You have to go to the gym. You can't Google your way to it.

So doth the greater glory dim the less: A substitute shines brightly as a king Until a king be by.