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.
Words weren’t dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.
Words rose above the intolerably laden dumb oxen plodding through the mud. Words without meaning – wonderful words.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.
Words are wind.[repeated often in the rest of the book]
