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

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

Speak and speed; the close mouth catches no flies.

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.

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

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.

History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.

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.

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.

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?

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

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.

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