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

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.

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.

I rather think the cinema will die. Look at the energy being exerted to revive it—yesterday it was color, today three dimensions. I don’t give it forty years more. Witness the decline of conversation. Only the Irish have remained incomparable conversationalists, maybe because technical progress has passed them by.

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.

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

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

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.

Writing cannot express words fully; words cannot express thoughts fully.

Speak and speed; the close mouth catches no flies.

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

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