Words have always had the power to change the world.
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 can be meaningless. If they are used in such a way that no sharp conclusions can be drawn.
Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.
Words are wind.[repeated often in the rest of the book]
Words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew, upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Words are the litmus paper of the mind. (If you find yourself in the power of someone who will use the word ‘commence’ in cold blood, go somewhere else very quickly. But if they say ‘Enter’, don’t stop to pack.)
Words are tears that have been written down. Tears are words that need to be shed. Without them, joy loses all its brilliance and sadness has no end.[As palavras são lágrimas que foram escritas. As lágrimas são palavras que precisam jorrar. Sem elas, nenhuma alegria tem brilho, nenhuma tristeza tem um final.]
Words are such uncertain things, they so often sound well, but mean the opposite of what one thinks they do.
Words are such feeble things.
Words are only the outer clothing of ideas.
Words are like breath, you say them and they’re gone. But writing traps them.
