We have heard the rationales offered by the nuclear superpowers. We know who speaks for the nations. But who speaks for the human species? Who speaks for Earth?
He who speaks from the lips chatters. He who speaks from an empty mind adds confusion to discord. He who speaks from a full mind feeds the minds of men. He who speaks from his heart wins the confidence of mankind. But he who speaks from his soul heals the heartbreaks of a world and feeds the hungry, starving souls of men. He can dry the tears of anguish and pain. He can bring light, for he will carry light.
Shakespeare speaks for the human heart but Dickens speaks for the social man and for injustices.
The man who speaks to you of sacrifice, speaks of slaves and masters. And intends to be the master.
The superior man acts before he speaks, and afterwards speaks according to his action.
When a king speaks, the armies move. But when a wise man speaks, only the beard shakes.
The man who speaks with primordial images, speaks with a thousand tongues.
Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It's the essence of beauty. The essence of pain. It pleases the eye and the ear.
On the day of the show, I sit down with someone that speaks very good English and someone who speaks the local language very well and work out what I'm going to say.
Everything that occurs in the temple is uplifting and ennobling. It speaks of life here and life beyond the grave. It speaks of the importance of the individual as a child of God. It speaks of the importance of the family and the eternity of the marriage relationship.
Before a man speaks it is always safe to assume that he is a fool. After he speaks, it is seldom necessary to assume it.
The talkative man speaks from his mouth, the eloquent man speaks from his heart.
What draws me to roles, I think, are moments - moments that define character, where so much more of the story is told in just a moment - a look, a line, a short scene, but something that speaks a volume, something that speaks to me.
God speaks to me not through the thunder and the earthquake, nor through the ocean and the stars, but through the Son of Man, and speaks in a language adapted to my imperfect sight and hearing.
Stupid speaks loudly; he makes noise like pigs! Wise man speaks calmly; he makes sound like quiet lakes!
They say he's an intelligent man, right? Speaks five languages! I've got a 15-year-old boy from the Ivory Coast who speaks five languages!