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

Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height.

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

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.

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

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.

Language ought to be the joint creation of poets and manual workers.

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.

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

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

We should have a great many fewer disputes in the world if words were taken for what they are, the signs of our ideas only, and not for things themselves.

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.

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