The more the pleasures of the body fade away, the greater to me is the pleasure and charm of conversation.

Language is the armory of the human mind and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests. 

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

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands, and goes to work.

I am always sorry when any language is lost, because languages are the pedigrees of nations.

Slang is as old as speech and the congregating together of people in cities. It is the result of crowding and excitement and artificial life.

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

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

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?

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

Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever lays one down without a feeling of disappointment.

A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself.

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