Words are coin. Words alienate. Language is no medium for desire. Desire is rapture, not exchange.

Words that do not match deeds are unimportant.

Words are but empty thanks.

Hungry, not one word here/is as good as bread.

She knew few words and believed in none.

When deeds speak, words are nothing.

What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.

Money does talk, but it has a limited vocabulary.

Words, in the final analysis, are just about as futile as actions, and much less fun.

The words which we use in our everyday speech are nothing other than watered-down magic.

Words are cheap currency, but coin of the realm has the sincerity on it.

Words are futile devices.

Facts and truth really don’t have much to do with each other.

Alas, words were but empty things, devoid of power and all too easily broken, discarded, and forgotten.