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.

Language is the archives of history.

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

No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.

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.

God never sent a messenger save with the language of his folk, that he might make the message clear for them.

It is impossible to translate the poets. Can you translate music?

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.

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.

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.

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

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.

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