Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.
Language is like songs, like food, like dance-it is the expression of what we think.
Language exerts hidden power, like the moon on the tides.
We wanted the language to feel fresh, fun, and rock solid.
Music is the soul of language.
Music truly is the universal language.
I think music is another language.
Language is a living thing. We can feel it changing. Parts of it become old: they drop off and are forgotten. New pieces bud out, spread into leaves, and become big branches, proliferating.
Language is wine upon the lips.
Music is the universal language.