The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.
In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing.
A film is a petrified fountain of thought.