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

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

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.

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

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

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.

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

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.

Words pay no debts.

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

Language is the armory of the human mind and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests. 

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

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.