Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

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.

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?

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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