language

Slang is language which takes off its coat spits on its hands - and goes to work.

The limits of my language are the limits of my mind. All I know is what I have words for.

The Englishman loves to roll his tongue around the word 'extraordinary'. It so pleases him that he is reluctant to finish the sound which goes on into harmonics and overtones. The North American publisher is likewise inclined.

The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.

The downtrodden who are the great creators of slang hurl pithiness and colour at poverty and oppression.

A single word often betrays a great design.

Even if language is a living evolving organism we don't have to embrace all the changes that occur during our lifetimes. If language is so alive it can get sick.

Everyone hears only what he understands.

True eloquence consists of saying all that should be not all that could be said.

No matter how eloquently a dog may bark he cannot tell you that his parents were poor but honest.

Words are the small change of thought.

Eloquence is the language of nature and cannot be learned in the schools but rhetoric is the creature of art which he who feels least will most excel in.

Letter-writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.

More than kisses letters mingle souls.

The stroke of the whip maketh marks in the flesh but the stroke of the tongue breaketh the bones. Many have fallen by the edge of the sword but not so many as have fallen by the tongue.

Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone but principally by catch words.

It is with words as with sunbeams. The more they are condensed the deeper they burn.

He multiplieth words without knowledge.