The tongue like a sharp knife... Kills without drawing blood.

The tongue like a sharp knife... Kills without drawing blood.

He speaketh to me the words of men. I listen to him and I repeat
to him the words read more

He speaketh to me the words of men. I listen to him and I repeat
to him the words of gods.

The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in
his heart: his words were softer read more

The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in
his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn
swords.

You have only, when before you glass, to keep pronouncing to
yourself nimini-pimini; the lips cannot keep taking their read more

You have only, when before you glass, to keep pronouncing to
yourself nimini-pimini; the lips cannot keep taking their plie.

The Moral is that gardeners pine,
Whene'er no pods adorn the vine.
Of all sad words experience read more

The Moral is that gardeners pine,
Whene'er no pods adorn the vine.
Of all sad words experience gleans,
The saddest are: "It might have beans."
(The did not make this up myself:
'Twas in a book upon my shelf.
It's witty, but I don't deny
It's rather Whittier than I.)

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

That blessed word Mesopotamia.

That blessed word Mesopotamia.

Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning.

Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning.

Words, without power, is mere philosophy.

Words, without power, is mere philosophy.