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 a part of our organism and no less complicated than it.

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

No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.

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.

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.

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

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

The only authors whom I acknowledge as American are the journalists. They indeed are not great writers, but they speak the language of their countrymen, and make themselves heard by them. 

Language is the archives of history.

It is a luxury to be understood.

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

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