Speak not at all, in any wise, till you have somewhat to speak; care not for the reward of your speaking, but simply and with undivided mind for the truth of your speaking.
If your words aren't truthful, the finest optically letter-spaced typography won't help.
Forge thy tongue on an anvil of truth and what flies up, though it be but a spark, will have light.
It's only words... unless they're true.
Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief.
Words should not seek to please, to hide the wounds in our bodies, or the shameful moments in our lives. They may hurt, give us pain, but they can also provoke us to question what we have accepted for thousands of years.
It becomes still more difficult to find Words at once true and kind, Or not untrue and not unkind.
I hate false words, and seek with care, difficulty, and moroseness, those that fit the thing.
