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.

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

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

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.

Every man has a right to utter what he thinks truth, and every other man has a right to knock him down for it. Martyrdom is the test.

Words pay no debts.

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

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.

The only authors whom I acknowledge as American are the journalists. They indeed are not great writers, but they speak the language of their countrymen, and make themselves heard by them. 

No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.

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

The gift of a common tongue is a priceless inheritance and it may well some day become the foundation of a common citizenship.