And he spoke.

We can give you his words but not his speech.

Man can photograph the body, but in the photograph you can only glimpse the soul.

Words can portray the form of a speech, but the spirit, the life, are missing and we turn away disappointed.

That sweet, well modulated voice, full of tender pathos, of biting sarcasm, of withering irony, of swelling rage, of glowing fervor, according as the occasion demanded, was a most faithful vehicle to Bernard; conveying fully every delicate shade of thought.
The following gives you but a faint idea of his masterly effort.