I have this magpie instinct for the next glittering object. There are one or two things I know I can’t write about, though: DIY, cricket, automobile repair. I could study it for a lifetime and not produce a word on the carburettor.
If it is an imperfect word, no external circumstance can heighten its value as poetry.
I’m a patriot in the truest sense of the word.
The cure for all the ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows, and the crimes of humanity, all lie in the one word ‘love’. It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.
At ev’ry word a reputation dies.
One word I had throughout the first year and a half of my mother’s death was ‘unmoored.’ I felt that I had no anchor, that I had no home in the world.
Word books traditionally focus on unusual and quirky items. They tend to ignore the words that provide the skeleton of the language, without which it would fall apart, such as ‘and’ and ‘what,’ or words that provide structure to our conversation, such as ‘hello.’
Don’t use that foreign word ‘ideals.’ We have that excellent native word ‘lies.’
Little said is soon amended. There is always time to add a word, never to withdraw one.
Temper your enjoyments with prudence, lest there be written on your heart that fearful word ‘satiety.’