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.

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

History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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. 

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

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

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

Language is the archives of history.