Words

Look after the senses and the sounds will look after themselves.

Words are the source of misunderstandings.

As much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.

Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered.

In a world where vows are worthless. Where making a pledge means nothing. Where promises are made to be broken, it would be nice to see words come back into power.

Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them.And yet what a subtle magic there was in them!

It was a confession.Now that I have made it, something seems to have gone out of me.Perhaps one should never put one's worship into words.

Words are wind. They cannot hurt you. Let them wash over you.

Oh, nameless things. Things which sound very silly when they are put into words.