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.

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

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.

We should have a great many fewer disputes in the world if words were taken for what they are, the signs of our ideas only, and not for things themselves.

No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.

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

Methinks the human method of expression by sound of tongue is very elementary and ought to be substituted for some ingenious invention which should be able to give vent to at least six coherent sentences at once.

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

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

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?

Man is the one name belonging to every nation upon earth: there is one soul and many tongues, one spirit and various sounds; every country has its own speech, but the subjects of speech are common to all.

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

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