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

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 house of being. In its home human beings dwell. Those who think and those who create with words are the guardians of this home.

Language is the archives of history.

Words pay no debts.

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

The gift of a common tongue is a priceless inheritance and it may well some day become the foundation of a common citizenship.

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.

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.

Unexemplary words and unfounded doctrines are avoided by the noble person. Why utter them?

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

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