I have often repented speaking, but never of holding my tongue.

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.

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.

My language is the common prostitute that I turn into a virgin.

It is a luxury to be understood.

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

How absurd men are! They never use the liberties they have, they demand those they do not have. They have freedom of thought, they demand freedom of speech.

I sometimes think of what future historians will say of us. A single sentence will suffice for modern man: he fornicated and read the papers.