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Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
A man reacheth not to excellence with one language.
Words are a form of action, capable of influencing change.
The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.
Don't, Sir, accustom yourself to use big words for little matters.
Among my most prized possessions are words that I have never spoken.
You cannot write in more than one language. Words don't come out as well.
We have too many high-sounding words, and too few actions that correspond with them.
A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.
As a hawk flieth not high with one wing, even so a man reacheth not to excellence with one tongue.
In the Trump language, words change their meaning day by day depending on his own political needs.
Thanks to words, we have been able to rise above the brutes; and thanks to words, we have often sunk to the level of the demons.
Speak properly, and in as few words as you can, but always plainly; for the end of speech is not ostentation, but to be understood.
Words are to be taken seriously. I try to take seriously acts of language. Words set things in motion. I've seen them doing it. Words set up atmospheres, electrical fields, charges.
The universal principle of etymology in all languages: words are carried over from bodies and from the properties of bodies to express the things of the mind and spirit. The order of ideas must follow the order of things.
Language is a process of free creation; its laws and principles are fixed, but the manner in which the principles of generation are used is free and infinitely varied. Even the interpretation and use of words involves a process of free creation.
I had learned a little about writing from Soldier's Pay - how to approach language, words: not with seriousness so much as an essayist does, but with a kind of alert respect, as you approach dynamite; even with joy, as you approach women: perhaps with the same secretly unscrupulous intentions.
There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.
I love language, words, and all the lovely, exciting, and heart wrenching things you can do with them. Pick the right ones, put them in the right order, and you’ve created a moment in time where the reader forgets about the late car payment, the dirty dishes, the impending workweek. You have created a state of bliss. Or negligence, depending on your perspective.