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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

It is a luxury to be understood.

Language is the archives of history.

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

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands, and goes to work.

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.