My language is the common prostitute that I turn into a virgin.

Information can tell us everything. It has all the answers. But they are answers to questions we have not asked, and which doubtless don’t even arise.

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.

God never sent a messenger save with the language of his folk, that he might make the message clear for them.

Words pay no debts.

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

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.

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

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

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

No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.

Under all speech that is good for anything, there lies a silence that is better. Silence is deep as eternity; speech is shallow as time.

Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height.