Sarcasm I now see to be, in general, the language of the devil; for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it.

I promised myself that I would write as well as I can, tell the truth, not to tell everything I know, but to make sure that everything I tell is true, as I understand it. And to use the eloquence which my language affords me.

The way I talk is bizarre.

I could talk all day, T stands for talking, T stands for tender, T stands for things that don’t even rhyme with T.

War is what happens when language fails.

Finality is not the language of politics.

What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he’s an enemy to mankind.

The devil has put a penalty on all things we enjoy in life. Either we suffer in health or we suffer in soul or we get fat.

Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.

Suppose you were an idiot, and suppose you were a member of Congress; but I repeat myself.

If the tongue had not been framed for articulation, man would still be a beast in the forest.

You can be a little ungrammatical if you come from the right part of the country.

You can stroke people with words.

I would like to take you seriously, but to do so would be an affront to your intelligence.

My name can’t be that tough to pronounce!

We are symbols, and inhabit symbols.

I’ve always appreciated a turn of phrase.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

I am not going to be a mouthpiece for language that I detest.

Man can hardly even recognize the devils of his own creation.

The poet, being an imitator like a painter or any other artist, must of necessity imitate one of three objects – things as they were or are, things as they are said or thought to be, or things as they ought to be. The vehicle of expression is language – either current terms or, it may be, rare words or metaphors.

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.

In making a speech one must study three points: first, the means of producing persuasion; second, the language; third the proper arrangement of the various parts of the speech.

The ancients recommended us to sacrifice to the Graces, but Milton sacrificed to the Devil.

I like the language in Proust but not the context.

There is always another way to say the same thing that doesn’t look at all like the way you said it before. I don’t know what the reason for this is. I think it is somehow a representation of the simplicity of nature.

Speech is human, silence is divine, yet also brutish and dead: therefore we must learn both arts.

If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.

Obscenity comes from grime.

I don’t like magic – but I have been known to make guys disappear.

Of course, there are those critics – New York critics as a rule – who say, ‚Well, Maya Angelou has a new book out and of course it’s good but then she’s a natural writer.‘ Those are the ones I want to grab by the throat and wrestle to the floor because it takes me forever to get it to sing. I work at the language.

All our words from loose using have lost their edge.

Just as the humble, unassuming, assenting ‚O.K.‘ has deposed the more affirmative ‚Yes,‘ so the little cringe and hesitation and approximation of ‚like‘ are a help to young people who are struggling to negotiate the shoals and rapids of ethnic identity, the street, and general correctness.

Language is a weapon of politicians, but language is a weapon in much of human affairs.

In the grip of a neurological disorder, I am fast losing control of words even as my relationship with the world has been reduced to them.

When I grew up, the Devil was a reason why I had a headache or the Devil was the reason I got mad today. We always blamed the Devil. I think today when I say the Enemy, I like to make it broader. Sometimes the Enemy can be our own thoughts.

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.

I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.

If we go on your iPhone and go to the dictionary and look up ‚humble,‘ 80 per cent of the definition is negative. It’s a controlling word. It’s a way to control the masses and to control the sheep.

As Bromberger observed, rules are understood to be elements of the computational systems that determine the sound and meaning of the infinite array of expressions of a language; the information so derived is accessed by other systems in language use.

I don’t think my parents liked me. They put a live teddy bear in my crib.

I’d call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.

Money has a language of its own.

Language is wine upon the lips.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

Satan, the leader or dictator of devils, is the opposite, not of God, but of Michael.

People use irony as a defense mechanism.

I very rarely think in words at all. A thought comes, and I may try to express it in words afterwards.

I was terrible in English. I couldn’t stand the subject. It seemed to me ridiculous to worry about whether you spelled something wrong or not, because English spelling is just a human convention – it has nothing to do with anything real, anything from nature.

Short words are best and the old words when short are best of all.

Frazier is so ugly that he should donate his face to the U.S. Bureau of Wild Life.

It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.

If you can talk, you can write.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

The short words are best, and the old words are the best of all.

‚Do you spell it with a ‚V‘ or a ‚W‘?‘ inquired the judge. ‚That depends upon the taste and fancy of the speller, my Lord‘.

The higher a man stands, the more the word vulgar becomes unintelligible to him.

When we trust God more than our feelings, it confuses the devil. I mean, when he throws you his best shot and he can’t budge you from believing God, he won’t know what to do with you anymore.

The devil ain’t got no power over me. The devil come, and me shake hands with the devil. Devil have his part to play. Devil’s a good friend, too… because when you don’t know him, that’s the time he can mosh you down.

Language ought to be the joint creation of poets and manual workers.