Man is the one name belonging to every nation upon earth: there is one soul and many tongues, one spirit and various sounds; every country has its own speech, but the subjects of speech are common to all.

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

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

It is a luxury to be understood.

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

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.

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

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

Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us all without words?

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

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

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

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