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

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.

Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever lays one down without a feeling of disappointment.

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

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?

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.

Speak and speed; the close mouth catches no flies.

Language is the archives of history.

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

Under all speech that is good for anything, there lies a silence that is better. Silence is deep as eternity; speech is shallow as time.

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.

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