May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night and a smooth road all the way to your door.
Words form the thread on which we string our experiences.
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
Kind words do not cost much. Yet they accomplish much.
The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them
Words are loaded pistols
Words are the leaves of the tree of language, of which, if some fall away, a new succession takes their place
Words are also seeds, and when dropped into the invisible spiritual substance, they grow and bring forth after their kind
By words the mind is winged.
Deeds are fruits, words are leaves
Words without actions are the assassins of idealism.
Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, Sweetness to the soul and health to the bones
I must tell you that the supply of words on the world market is plentiful, but the demand is falling.
Words are also actions, and actions are a kind of words
Words are the only things that last forever
Words are tools which automatically carve concepts out of experience
A knife wound heals; a wound caused by words does not
Words are the dress of thoughts; which should no more be presented in rags, tatters, and dirt than your person should
All words are pegs to hang ideas on.
When deeds speak, words are nothing.
Words are like leaves, and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found
The true poem rests between the words.
Words spoken, you are a slave to; those not said, you are the master of.
But words once spoke can never be recalled
Don't accustom yourself to use big words for little matters