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

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.

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

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.

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?

Words pay no debts.

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

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

How absurd men are! They never use the liberties they have, they demand those they do not have. They have freedom of thought, they demand freedom of speech.

Language is the archives of history.

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.

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