Language is the armory of the human mind and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests. 

Man is the one name belonging to every nation upon earth: there is one soul and many tongues, one spirit and various sounds; every country has its own speech, but the subjects of speech are common to all.

It is a luxury to be understood.

It is impossible to translate the poets. Can you translate music?

The gift of a common tongue is a priceless inheritance and it may well some day become the foundation of a common citizenship.

What a glut of books! Who can read them? As already, we shall have a vast chaos and confusion of books; we are oppressed with them, our eyes ache with reading, our fingers with turning.

Every man has a right to utter what he thinks truth, and every other man has a right to knock him down for it. Martyrdom is the test.

Words pay no debts.

In the case of news, we should always wait for the sacrament of confirmation.

History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.

How absurd men are! They never use the liberties they have, they demand those they do not have. They have freedom of thought, they demand freedom of speech.

It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.

Language ought to be the joint creation of poets and manual workers.