Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.

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

Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height.

Unexemplary words and unfounded doctrines are avoided by the noble person. Why utter them?

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

Language is the archives of history.

The more the pleasures of the body fade away, the greater to me is the pleasure and charm of conversation.

Speak and speed; the close mouth catches no flies.

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.

Language is the house of being. In its home human beings dwell. Those who think and those who create with words are the guardians of this home.

Information can tell us everything. It has all the answers. But they are answers to questions we have not asked, and which doubtless don’t even arise.

Words pay no debts.