Slang is as old as speech and the congregating together of people in cities. It is the result of crowding and excitement and artificial life.

Language is the archives of history.

When action grows unprofitable, gather information; when information grows unprofitable, sleep.

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

It is a luxury to be understood.

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

What a glut of books! Who can read them? As already, we shall have a vast chaos and confusion of books; we are oppressed with them, our eyes ache with reading, our fingers with turning.

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

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

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

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.

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.

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