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

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.

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

It is impossible to translate the poets. Can you translate music?

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

Information can tell us everything. It has all the answers. But they are answers to questions we have not asked, and which doubtless don’t even arise.

I have often repented speaking, but never of holding my tongue.

Words pay no debts.

Speech is the mirror of the soul; as a man speaks, so is he.

The only authors whom I acknowledge as American are the journalists. They indeed are not great writers, but they speak the language of their countrymen, and make themselves heard by them. 

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.

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