“No one, ever, can give the exact measure of his needs, his apprehensions, or his sorrows; and human speech is like a cracked cauldron on which we bang out tunes that make bears dance, when we want to move the… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
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. — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
