Language Grows Out Of Life, Out Of

A Strenuous Effort Must Be Made To Train Young People To Think For Themselves And Take Independent Charge Of Their Lives.

You Cannot Touch The Clouds, You Know; But You Feel The Rain And Know How Glad The Flowers And The Thirsty Earth Are To Have It After A Hot Day. You Cannot Touch Love Either; But You Feel The Sweetness That It Pours Into Everything. Without Love You Would Not Be Happy Or Want To Play.

We Imagine That We Want To Escape Our Selfish And Commonplace Existence, But We Cling Desperately To Our Chains.

No Matter How Mistaken Communist Ideas May Be, The Experience And Knowledge Gained By Trying Them Out Have Given A Tremendous Impetus To Thought And Imagination.

Language Grows Out Of Life, Out Of Its Needs And Experiences...language And Knowledge Are Indissolubly Connected; They Are Interdependent. Good Work In Language Presupposes And Depends On A Real Knowledge Of Things.