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

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.

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

Man is the one name belonging to every nation upon earth: there is one soul and many tongues, one spirit and various sounds; every country has its own speech, but the subjects of speech are common to all.

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

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

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

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

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.

Language is a part of our organism and no less complicated than it.

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