The more the pleasures of the body fade away, the greater to me is the pleasure and charm of conversation.

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.

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 impossible to translate the poets. Can you translate music?

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.

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

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands, and goes to work.

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

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 is the armory of the human mind and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests. 

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.

Speak and speed; the close mouth catches no flies.

Language is the archives of history.