Words pay no debts.

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.

In the case of news, we should always wait for the sacrament of confirmation.

Speak and speed; the close mouth catches no flies.

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

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.

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

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?

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

Language is the archives of history.

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

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

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