-” Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic that was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that viol or of lute. Mere words!
Was there anything so real as words?”-
–Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray