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

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

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.

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 house of being. In its home human beings dwell. Those who think and those who create with words are the guardians of this home.

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

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.

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

It is a luxury to be understood.

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.

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

I have often repented speaking, but never of holding my tongue.

The more the pleasures of the body fade away, the greater to me is the pleasure and charm of conversation.