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.

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?

The gift of a common tongue is a priceless inheritance and it may well some day become the foundation of a common citizenship.

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.

Speak and speed; the close mouth catches no flies.

I rather think the cinema will die. Look at the energy being exerted to revive it—yesterday it was color, today three dimensions. I don’t give it forty years more. Witness the decline of conversation. Only the Irish have remained incomparable conversationalists, maybe because technical progress has passed them by.

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

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

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

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

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.

No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.