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

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.

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

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.

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.

God never sent a messenger save with the language of his folk, that he might make the message clear for them.

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

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.

Language is the archives of history.

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.

It is a luxury to be understood.

Speak and speed; the close mouth catches no flies.