Speak and speed; the close mouth catches no flies.

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

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.

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

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

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

Language is the archives of history.

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

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.

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.

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.

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

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.