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

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

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

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

God never sent a messenger save with the language of his folk, that he might make the message clear for them.

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

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

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

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?

The more the pleasures of the body fade away, the greater to me is the pleasure and charm of conversation.

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

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