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

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

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.

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.

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

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

The newspaper is the natural enemy of the book, as the whore is of the decent woman.

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

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.

Speak and speed; the close mouth catches no flies.

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

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

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