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.

Eating words has never given me indigestion.

Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together.

To use the same words is not a sufficient guarantee of understanding; one must use the same words for the same genus of inward experience; ultimately one must have one's experiences in common.

Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth.