“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.”
“Words without thoughts never to heaven go.”
“Music expresses feeling and thought, without language; it was below and before speech, and it is above and beyond all words. ”
“A word devoid of thought is a dead thing, and a thought unembodied in words remains a shadow.”
“I can't say what my first thought was as I sunk below the surface, because it was mostly a string of four-letter words.”
“Most of the time, because of their failure to fasten on to words, my thoughts remain misty and nebulous. They assume vague, amusing shapes and are then swallowed up: I promptly forget them.”