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.

I live by good soup, and not on fine language.

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

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

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

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

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.

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

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

No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.

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.

Words pay no debts.

Writing cannot express words fully; words cannot express thoughts fully.