For what is the program of the bourgeois parties? A bad poem on springtime, filled to bursting with metaphors.

The illiterate of the future will not be the man who cannot read the alphabet, but the one who cannot take a photograph.

By close-ups of the things around us, by focusing on hidden details of familiar objects, by exploring commonplace milieus under the ingenious guidance of the camera, the film, on the one hand, extends our comprehension of the necessities which rule our lives; on the other hand, it manages to assure us of an immense and unexpected field of action.

A blind determination to save the prestige of personal existence, rather than, through an impartial disdain for its impotence and entanglement, at least to detach it from the background of universal delusion, is triumphing almost everywhere.

All the decisive blows are struck left-handed.

Rather than ask, What is the attitude of a work to the relations of production of its time? I should like to ask, What is its position in them.

True translation is transparent: it does not obscure the original, does not stand in its light, but rather allows pure language, as if strengthened by its own medium, to shine even more fully on the original.