Language always betrays us, tells the truth when we want to lie, and dissolves into formlessness when we would most like to be precise.
We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.
I never taught language for the purpose of teaching it; but invariably used language as a medium for the communication of thought; thus the learning of language was coincident with the acquisition of knowledge.
We are all creatures of language.
Was it possible to live outside language?