Words are like arrows, Arianne. Once loosed, you cannot call them back.
Words are important. And when there is a critical mass of them, they change the nature of the universe.
Words are a pretty fuzzy substitute for mathematical equations.
Words are “loaded pistols.”[Les mots sont des « pistolets chargés ».]
Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.
Widow. The word consumes itself.
Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
Where shall the word be found, where will the word resound? Not here, there is not enough silence.
When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.
We should have a great fewer disputes in the world if words were taken for what they are, the signs of our ideas only, and not for things themselves.
We have already got beyond what we can express in words. In all speaking there is an inkling of contempt.[Wofür wir Worte haben, darüber sind wir auch schon hinaus. In allem Reden liegt ein Gran Verachtung.]
Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.
