Language is a part of our organism and no less complicated than it.

I live by good soup, and not on fine language.

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.

The newspaper is the natural enemy of the book, as the whore is of the decent woman.

We should have a great many fewer disputes in the world if words were taken for what they are, the signs of our ideas only, and not for things themselves.

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

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

I am always sorry when any language is lost, because languages are the pedigrees of nations.

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

Language is the archives of history.

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.

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

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.