The language of friendship is not words but meanings.
We have really everything in common with America nowadays except, of course, language.
Drawing on my fine command of language, I said nothing.
Love is a language spoken by the soul.
In a world where differences abound, respect is the universal language that transcends barriers, opening the door to empathy and understanding.
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
My English text is chaste, and all licentious passages are left in the decent obscurity of a learned language.