Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

Anyone who doesn’t know foreign languages knows nothing of his own.

Language is the archives of history.

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.

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.

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

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

The chief merit of language is clearness, and we know that nothing detracts so much from this as do unfamiliar terms.

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.

It is a luxury to be understood.

Speak and speed; the close mouth catches no flies.

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