Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever lays one down without a feeling of disappointment.

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

Slang is as old as speech and the congregating together of people in cities. It is the result of crowding and excitement and artificial life.

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.

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

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

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.

Speak and speed; the close mouth catches no flies.

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

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

No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.

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.

It is a luxury to be understood.