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

What a glut of books! Who can read them? As already, we shall have a vast chaos and confusion of books; we are oppressed with them, our eyes ache with reading, our fingers with turning.

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

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?

Unexemplary words and unfounded doctrines are avoided by the noble person. Why utter them?

Slang is as old as speech and the congregating together of people in cities. It is the result of crowding and excitement and artificial life.

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

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

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

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

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 sometimes think of what future historians will say of us. A single sentence will suffice for modern man: he fornicated and read the papers.

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