All words, in every language, are metaphors.

A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged; it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and time in which it is used.

The point I am trying to make is that words are a mysterious, ambiguous, ambivalent, and perfidious phenomenon. They can be rays of light in a realm of darkness. . . . They can equally be lethal arrows. Worst of all, at times they can be one or the other. They can even be both at once!

Every word first looks around in every direction before letting itself be written down by me.

Every word was once a poem.

Every existence has its idiom, every thing and idiom and tongue.

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, every poem an epitaph.

I mean that every word ought to carry the meaning that God has given to life (even though it may never refer to God). It ought to carry joy, hope, forgiveness, love, reconciliation, light, and peace in the order of truth. It contributes to the elucidation of the meaning of life.

When we say something, our subjective intention or situation is always involved. So there is no perfect word; some distortion is always present in a statement.

Words have weight.

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.

Words are such uncertain things, they so often sound well but mean the opposite of what one thinks they do.

Words are powerful, as they influence how we see the world.

A word has power in and of itself. It comes from nothing into sound and meaning; it gives origin to all things.