Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

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

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

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.

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.

Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever lays one down without a feeling of disappointment.

We should have a great many fewer disputes in the world if words were taken for what they are, the signs of our ideas only, and not for things themselves.

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.

The only authors whom I acknowledge as American are the journalists. They indeed are not great writers, but they speak the language of their countrymen, and make themselves heard by them. 

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

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.

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

No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.