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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

Anyone who doesn’t know foreign languages knows nothing of his own.

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

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

The more the pleasures of the body fade away, the greater to me is the pleasure and charm of conversation.

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.