Words do inspire.

Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said.

Now, as words affect, not by any original power, but by representation, it might be supposed, that their influence over the passions should be but light; yet it is quite otherwise; for we find by experience, that eloquence and poetry are as capable, nay indeed much more capable, of making deep and lively impressions than any other arts, and even than nature itself in very many cases. And this arises chiefly from these three causes. First, that we take an extraordinary part in the passions of others, and that we are easily affected and brought into sympathy by any tokens which are shown of them; and there are no tokens which can express all the circumstances of most passions so fully as words; so that if a person speaks upon any subject, he can not only convey the subject to you, but likewise the manner in which he is himself affected by it. [...] Secondly, there are many things of a very affecting nature, which can seldom occur in the reality, but the words that represent them often do; and thus they have an opportunity of making a deep impression and taking root in the mind, whilst the idea of the reality was transient [...] Thirdly, by words we have it in our power to make such <i>combinations</i> as we cannot possibly do otherwise. By this power of combining we are able, by the addition of well-chosen circumstances, to give a new life and force to the simple object.

Words affect the mind in a pronounced way. Whether they are spoken or written, they are powerful influences.

...but the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes.

(E)very genuine act or word, no matter how trifling it seems, leaves a sweet and strengthening influence behind

"Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance".

You are a memory
too strong to leave this world...

No conviction makes so lasting an impression on the mind as that which it works out for itself.

words carry colors and sounds into the flesh

There's a blaze of light in every word. It doesn't matter which you heard. The holy or the broken hallelujah.

For as you talk of God,
I see great parades with wildly colorful bands
Streaming from your mind and heart,
Carrying wonderful and secret messages
To every corner of this world.

Kind words produce their images on men's souls.

If you do not cease loving me, you will see me, you will feel me, you will hear me everywhere. My form will be before your eyes because it will remain engraved on your mind; my voice will echo in your ear because it will remain in your heart’s memory: my spirit will again reveal itself to your spirit because your soul understands me and knows me completely.