An honest man’s word is as good as his bond.
Words are not that important when you recognize intentions.
Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don’t have to say anything.
Words can lie. See beyond them.
Words are mere sound and smoke, dimming the heavenly light.
The spoken word and the written—there is an astonishing gulf between them. There is a way of turning sentences that completely reverses the original meaning.
The beautiful word begets the beautiful deed.
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
Memory is a gulf that a word can move to its lowest depths.
It must be that a man who shuts himself up between four walls must lose the faculty of associating ideas and words.
But my words become stained with your love. You occupy everything, you occupy everything.
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.
