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

Speak and speed; the close mouth catches no flies.

It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.

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.

A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself.

The chief merit of language is clearness, and we know that nothing detracts so much from this as do unfamiliar terms.

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

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

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

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.

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

Language is the archives of history.