I rather think the cinema will die. Look at the energy being exerted to revive it—yesterday it was color, today three dimensions. I don’t give it forty years more. Witness the decline of conversation. Only the Irish have remained incomparable conversationalists, maybe because technical progress has passed them by.

Unexemplary words and unfounded doctrines are avoided by the noble person. Why utter them?

A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself.

I have often repented speaking, but never of holding my tongue.

Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us all without words?

Language is the house of being. In its home human beings dwell. Those who think and those who create with words are the guardians of this home.

Slang is as old as speech and the congregating together of people in cities. It is the result of crowding and excitement and artificial life.

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

The only authors whom I acknowledge as American are the journalists. They indeed are not great writers, but they speak the language of their countrymen, and make themselves heard by them. 

Speech is the mirror of the soul; as a man speaks, so is he.

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.

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

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