When action grows unprofitable, gather information; when information grows unprofitable, sleep.

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

Methinks the human method of expression by sound of tongue is very elementary and ought to be substituted for some ingenious invention which should be able to give vent to at least six coherent sentences at once.

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.

I sometimes think of what future historians will say of us. A single sentence will suffice for modern man: he fornicated and read the papers.

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

Writing cannot express words fully; words cannot express thoughts fully.

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.

I live by good soup, and not on fine language.

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

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

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

Language is the archives of history.