I wish I could take language And fold it like cool, moist rags. I would lay words on your forehead. I would… — Julia Margaret Cameron Copy Share Image
LOGOMACHY, n. A war in which the weapons are words and the wounds punctures in the swim-bladder of self-esteem - a kind… — Ambrose Bierce Copy Share Image
Believe me, it is no time for words when the wounds are fresh and bleeding; no time for homilies when the lightning's… — George Horace Lorimer Copy Share Image
