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.

My language is the common prostitute that I turn into a virgin.

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

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

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

I am always sorry when any language is lost, because languages are the pedigrees of nations.

Under all speech that is good for anything, there lies a silence that is better. Silence is deep as eternity; speech is shallow as time.

No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.

How absurd men are! They never use the liberties they have, they demand those they do not have. They have freedom of thought, they demand freedom of speech.

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.

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

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

God never sent a messenger save with the language of his folk, that he might make the message clear for them.