- Out of words, a puff of air, is made all that is uniquely human, all that is new from one human generation to another.
- ... word-sniffing ... is an addiction, like glue-or snow-sniffing in a somewhat less destructive way, physically if not economically.... As an addict ... I am almost guiltily interested in converts to my own illness, and in a pinch I can recommend nearly any reasonable solace, whether or not it qualifies as a true descendant of Noah Webster. (M.F.K. Fisher)
- making up words from Alpha-Bits cereal
- omitting needless words
- Your words should be coherent and controlled, clear and pleasant, and spoken in a calm and gentle voice. Your words should be in harmony with your thoughts and intentions. Master your words.
- words = pegs to hang ideas on
- there are strings of sound called words and the smallest string of sound with meaning is called a morpheme
- Words ... are little houses, each with its cellar and garret. Common sense lives on the ground floor, always ready to engage in 'foreign commerce' on the same level as the others, as the passers-by, who are never dreamers. To go upstairs in the word house is to withdraw step by step; while to go down to the cellar is to dream, it is losing oneself in the distant corridors of an obscure etymology, looking for treasures that cannot be found in words. To mount and descend in the words themselves-this is a poet's life. To mount too high or descend too low is allowed in the case of poets, who bring earth and sky together. (Gaston Bachelard)
- Words, words, words! They shut one off from the universe. Three quarters of the time one's never in contact with things, only with the beastly words that stand for them. (Aldous Huxley)
- Words convey the mental treasures of one period to the generations that follow; and laden with this, their precious freight, they sail safely across gulfs of time in which empires have suffered shipwreck and the languages of common life have sunk into oblivion. (Anonymous)
- I am not so lost in lexicography as to forget that words are the daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of heaven. (S. Johnson)
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