Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet a subtle magic there 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 of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words? - "The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde
