Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself.

Under all speech that is good for anything, there lies a silence that is better. Silence is deep as eternity; speech is shallow as time.

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

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

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

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.

It is a luxury to be understood.

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

History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.

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

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

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.