when a language dies, a way of understanding the world dies with it, a way of looking at the world.

We speak in (rich) monotones. Our poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind. Orpheus shrinks to a poet when he looks back, with the impatience of reason, on a music stronger than...

The inception of human consciousness, the genesis of awareness, must have entailed prolonged ‘condensations’ around intractable nodes of wonder and terror, at the discriminations to be made between the self and the other, between being...

No phonetic sign, except at a rudimentary, strictly speaking pre-linguistic level of vocal imitation, has any substantive relation or contiguity to that which it is conventionally and temporally held to designate.

When a language dies, a possible world dies with it.

Language can only deal meaningfully with a special, restricted segment of reality. The rest, and it is presumably the much larger part, is silence.

the calling of the teacher. There is no craft more privileged. To awaken in another human being powers, dreams beyond one’s own; to induce in others a love for that which one loves; to make...

social contract” or covenant with the postulate of the divine. This instauration of trust, this entrance of man into the city of man, is that between word and world.

The fantastically wasteful prodigality of human tongues, the Babel enigman, points to a vital multiplication of mortal liberties. Each language speaks the world in its own ways. Each edifies worlds and counter-worlds in its own...

If, in the Judaic perception, the language of the Adamic was that of love, the grammars of fallen man are those of the legal code.