My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.

The real meaning of the spoken word has to be demonstrated by practical deeds.

We slaughter one another in our words and attitudes. We slaughter one another in the stereotypes and mistrust that linger in our heads, and the words of hate we spew from our lips.

Short words are best, and the old words, when short, are best of all.

In the course of my life, I have often had to eat my words, and I must confess that I have always found it a wholesome diet.

By swallowing evil words unsaid, no one has ever harmed his stomach.