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.

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

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

Language is the archives of history.

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

Anyone who doesn’t know foreign languages knows nothing of his own.

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

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.