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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

Speak and speed; the close mouth catches no flies.

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

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

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

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.

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

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