Language can be very adept at hiding the truth.

By and large, language is a tool for concealing the truth.

Writing obscures language ; it is not a guise for language but a disguise.

Language disguises thought.

Language can erase, distort, point in the wrong direction, throw out decoys and distractions. It can bury the bodies or uncover them.

Language disguises the thought; so that from the external form of the clothes one cannot infer the form of the thought they clothe, because the external form of the clothes is constructed with quite another object than to let the form of the body be recognized.

Language dazzles and deceives because it is masked by faces, because we see it emerging from the lips, because lips please and eyes beguile. But words on paper, black on white, reveal the naked soul.

Words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the soul within.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.

Appearance blinds, whereas words reveal.

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Words, like glass, obscure when they do not aid vision.

So often, below the word spoken, is the thing known and unspoken. My characters tell me so much and no more… most of the time we’re inexpressive, giving little away, unreliable, elusive, evasive, obstructive, unwilling. But it’s out of these attributes that a language arises. A language, I repeat, where under what is said, another thing is being said.