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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.

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.

The chief merit of language is clearness, and we know that nothing detracts so much from this as do unfamiliar terms.

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

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.