A Word (n.) never is; it gives — and what it gives is Being.
A Word (n.) for the word can never be found where fate provides the names that let all beings be.
A Word (n.) is what vocabulary becomes only where logos opens itself up; elsewhere there is talk.
A Word (n.) that is spoken is always already an answer: counter-saying, coming to the encounter, listening Saying.
A Word (n.) can enter language long ago and still not get through — slipping back into the unspoken, beyond reach without effort.
A Word (n.) is not a sign for its meaning the way a road sign is a sign for the direction of the road.
A Word (n.) in its telling sense goes unheard not because we never lived in it but because we no longer live in it.
A Word (n.) is not an invention but a discovery when a thinking comes to expression — found already spoken in the presence of language.
A Word (n.) alone gives being to the thing; only where the word has been found is the thing a thing.
Word (n.) never represents anything; it signifies — it shows something abiding into the range of what can be said.
A Word (n.) that tries to say be-ing already discloses something familiar — and in disclosing it hides exactly what thinking must bring into the open.
A Word (n.) becomes only a shell and a magnified stimulation once attunement is publicized and vulgarized, with no remaining connection to meaning.
Word (n.) answers to itself alone; all that is left to us is to listen for its answer, and to retell it.
A Word (n.) usually has its unfamiliar sense as its proper one — we prefer the customary meaning precisely because we no longer live in the telling word.
A Word (n.) never drops ripe like a fruit from a tree; a saying that waited for that would betray the nature of language.
Word (n.) as it once was let the god arrive: Saying let appear what the sayers saw because it had already looked at them.
A Word (n.) begins its first leap precisely when it escapes us; its failing is not an accident of speech but the hint and onset of be-ing.
A Word (n.) is not a sign for something totally other when reservedness comes to speech: what it names is what it means.
A Word (n.) holds everything forth into being and upholds it there; without it the whole of things — and the "I" too — would sink into obscurity.
A Word (n.) sets beings out of their immediate, overwhelming assault, back into their Being, and keeps them there in openness, delimitation and constancy.