"Philologists, who chase A panting syllable through time and space Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark, To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's Ark."

"I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth."

"For though to smatter ends of Greek Or Latin be the rhetoric Of pedants counted, and vain-glorious, To smatter French is meritorious."

"A Babylonish dialect Which learned pedants much affect."

"Besides 'tis known he could speak Greek As naturally as pigs squeak; That Latin was no more difficile Than to a blackbird 'tis to whistle."

"; fruit flies like a banana."

"Glottochronology is a methodological deadlock."

"“The long dispute about the reliability of this ‘linguistic paleontology’ is not yet finished, but approaching its inevitable end - with a negative result, of course.”"

"אַ שפּראַך איז אַ דיאַלעקט מיט אַן אַרמיי און פֿלאָט"

"La langue est un systéme dont toutes les parties peuvent et doivent être considérés dans leur solidarité synchronique."

"[C]haque fait linguistique fait partie d'un ensemble où tout se tient."

"[C]haque langue forme un système où tout se tient."

"Linguists continue to arrogate to themselves the competence of these other disciplines. Just as experts from other sciences do not intervene in linguistics, so linguists should not tell historians, archaeologists et al what to do or how to do it just because the latter’s finds are at variance with linguistic wishes."

"Jede Sprache is ein System, dessen sämmtliche Theile organisch zusammenhängen und zusammenwirken."

"It's as if we're higher apes who had a language faculty inserted."

"My meat is to do the will of him that sent me, and to finish his work. Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest. And he that reapeth receiveth wages, and gathereth fruit unto life eternal: that both he that soweth and he that reapeth may rejoice together. And herein is that saying true, One soweth, and another reapeth. I sent you to reap that whereon ye bestowed no labour: other men laboured, and ye are entered into their labours."

"The harvest truly is great, but the labourers are few: pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth labourers into his harvest. Go your ways: behold, I send you forth as lambs among wolves. Carry neither purse, nor scrip, nor shoes: and salute no man by the way. And into whatsoever house ye enter, first say, Peace be to this house. And if the son of peace be there, your peace shall rest upon it: if not, it shall turn to you again."

"Take heed what ye hear: with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you: and unto you that hear shall more be given. For he that hath, to him shall be given: and he that hath not, from him shall be taken even that which he hath. And he said, So is the kingdom of God, as if a man should cast seed into the ground; And should sleep, and rise night and day, and the seed should spring and grow up, he knoweth not how. For the earth bringeth forth fruit of herself; first the blade, then the ear, after that the full corn in the ear. But when the fruit is brought forth, immediately he putteth in the sickle, because the harvest is come."

"The servants of the householder came and said unto him, Sir, didst not thou sow good seed in thy field? from whence then hath it tares? He said unto them, An enemy hath done this. The servants said unto him, Wilt thou then that we go and gather them up? But he said, Nay; lest while ye gather up the tares, ye root up also the wheat with them. Let both grow together until the harvest: and in the time of harvest I will say to the reapers, Gather ye together first the tares, and bind them in bundles to burn them: but gather the wheat into my barn."

"The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few; Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he will send forth labourers into his harvest."

"In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand."

"He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap."

"Art is recuperation from time. I lie back convalescing upon the prospect of a harvest already at hand."

"To glean the broken ears after the man That the main harvest reaps."

"Friends, the soil is poor, we must sow seeds in plenty for us to garner even modest harvests."

"A harvest is made honorable when it sustains the giver as well as the taker."

"The teachings tell us that a harvest is made honorable by what you give in return for what you take."

"Holy Enten … made appear radiant as a beautiful maiden. The harvest, the great festival of Enlil, rose heavenward."

"The law of the harvest is to reap more than you sow. Sow an act, and you reap a habit; sow a habit, and you reap a character; sow a character, and you reap a destiny."

"Fancy with prophetic glance Sees the teeming months advance; The field, the forest, green and gay; The dappled slope, the tedded hay; Sees the reddening orchard blow, The Harvest wave, the vintage flow."

"Think, oh, grateful think! How good the God of Harvest is to you; Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields, While those unhappy partners of your kind Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven, And ask their humble dole."

"And thus of all my harvest-hope I have Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care."

"Who eat their corn while yet 'tis green, At the true harvest can but glean."

"For now, the corn house filled, the harvest home, Th' invited neighbors to the husking come; A frolic scene, where work and mirth and play Unite their charms to cheer the hours away."

"Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap."

"I looked, and behold a white cloud, and upon the cloud one sat like unto the Son of man, having on his head a golden crown, and in his hand a sharp sickle. And another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud, Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe."

"God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks."

"No one here will be surprised to hear me say that the Promethean fire which first raised humanity above the animal was the cooking fire."

"He that will have a cake out of the wheat must needs tarry the grinding. Have I not tarried? Ay, the grinding: but you must tarry the bolting. Have I not tarried? Ay, the bolting: but you must tarry the leavening. Still have I tarried. Ay, to the leavening: but here's yet in the word "hereafter" the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating of the oven and the baking: nay, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips."

"'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat. What dogs are these! Where is the rascal cook? How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser, And serve it thus to me that love it not?"

"Oh, better no doubt is a dinner of herbs, When season'd by love, which no rancour disturbs And sweeten'd by all that is sweetest in life Than turbot, bisque, ortolans, eaten in strife! But if, out of humour, and hungry, alone A man should sit down to dinner, each one Of the dishes of which the cook chooses to spoil With a horrible mixture of garlic and oil, The chances are ten against one, I must own, He gets up as ill-tempered as when he sat down."

"A cook should double one sense have: for he Should taster for himself and master be."

"I seem to you cruel and too much addicted to gluttony, when I beat my cook for sending up a bad dinner. If that appears to you too trifling a cause, say for what cause you would have a cook flogged."

"And nearer as they came, a genial savour Of certain stews, and roast-meats, and pilaus, Things which in hungry mortals' eyes find favour."

"Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared."

"Very astonishing indeed! strange thing!" (Turning the Dumpling round, rejoined the King), "'Tis most extraordinary, then, all this is; It beats Penetti's conjuring all to pieces; Strange I should never of a Dumpling dream! But, Goody, tell me where, where, where's the Seam?" "Sire, there's no Seam," quoth she; "I never knew That folks did Apple-Dumplings sew." "No!" cried the staring Monarch with a grin; "How, how the devil got the Apple in?"

"This Bouillabaisse a noble dish is— A sort of soup or broth, or brew, Or hotchpotch of all sorts of fishes, That Greenwich never could outdo; Green herbs, red peppers, mussels, saffron, Soles, onions, garlic, roach, and dace; All these you eat at Terre's tavern, In that one dish of Bouillabaisse."

"Velocius (or citius) quam asparagi coquantur."