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?

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

It is impossible to translate the poets. Can you translate music?

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

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

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

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

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.