You know when you don't go on TV and talk about how many women you sleep with some people in Hollywood that are supposedly 'in the know ' start whispering that you're gay. If I were gay I wouldn't be ashamed to admit it but I'm not.

Alas! they had been friends in youth but whispering tongues can poison truth.

Don't write anything you can phone. Don't phone anything you can talk. Don't talk anything you can whisper. Don't whisper anything you can smile. Don't smile anything you can nod. Don't nod anything you can wink.

But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was I could not remain ignorant of their import.

As virtuous men pass mildly away and whisper to their souls to go whilst some of their sad friends do say the breath goes now and some say no.

Censorship is saying: 'I'm the one who says the last sentence. Whatever you say the conclusion is mine.' But the internet is like a tree that is growing. The people will always have the last word - even if someone has a very weak quiet voice. Such power will collapse because of a whisper.

Don't let your will roar when your power only whispers.

The very winds whispered in soothing accents and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed dumb and silent when all else sings together in unison?

For it was not into my ear you whispered but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed but my soul.