The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.
They shall not pass till the stars be darkened: Two swords crossed in front of the Hun; Never a groan but God has harkened, Counting their cruelties one by one.
And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more.
While Washington's a watchword, such as ne'er Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.
There's a star in the West that shall never go down Till the records of Valour decay, We must worship its light though it is not our own, For liberty burst in its ray. Shall the name of a Washington ever be heard By a freeman, and thrill not his breast? Is there one out of bondage that hails not the word, As a Bethlehem Star of the West?
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
'Tis a sort of duty to be rich, that it may be in one's power to do good, riches being another word for power.
A blow with a word strikes deeper than a blow with a sword.
Words are weapons, and it is dangerous . . . to borrow them from the arsenal of the enemy.
It's not enough to be able to pick up a sword. You have to know which end to poke into the enemy.
Widow" is a harsh and hurtful word. It comes from the Sanskrit and it means "empty." I have been empty too long.
The words of the wise are as goads, and as nails fastened by the masters of assemblies, which are given from one shepherd.
Wisdom crieth without; she uttereth her voice in the streets: She crieth in the chief place of concourse, in the openings of the gates: in the city she uttereth her words, saying, How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? and the scorners delight in their scorning, and fools hate knowledge?
Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words.
My fond affection thou hast seen, Then judge of my regret To think more happy thou hadst been If we had never met! And has that thought been shared by thee? Ah, no! that smiling cheek Proves more unchanging love for me Than labor'd words could speak.
'Twas he that ranged the words at random flung, Pierced the fair pearls and them together strung.
Words are the coins making up the currency of sentences, and there are always too many small coins.
The safest words are always those which bring us most directly to facts.
Words are tools which automatically carve concepts out of experience.
The finest words in the world are only vain sounds, if you cannot comprehend them.
It is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
A thousand words will not leave so deep an impression as one deed.
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 the time in which it is used.
Eating words has never given me indigestion.
One great use of words is to hide our thoughts.