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

No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.

It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.

What a glut of books! Who can read them? As already, we shall have a vast chaos and confusion of books; we are oppressed with them, our eyes ache with reading, our fingers with turning.

Making a film means, first of all, to tell a story. That story can be an improbable one, but it should never be banal. It must be dramatic and human. What is drama, after all, but life with the dull bits cut out?

Every man has a right to utter what he thinks truth, and every other man has a right to knock him down for it. Martyrdom is the test.

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.

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.

When action grows unprofitable, gather information; when information grows unprofitable, sleep.

In the case of news, we should always wait for the sacrament of confirmation.

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us all without words?

The newspaper is the natural enemy of the book, as the whore is of the decent woman.