I'm constantly around people that talk a lot but say nothing. A sad case.
Without meaning, without substance, without aim: a mere 'public opinion'.
Michael Bisping just speaks to speak; he just talks to talk. He just tries to open his mouth so that something can be heard, but nothing's going to come out.
nothing puts me so completely out of patience as the utterance of a wretched commonplace when I am talking from my inmost heart.
Chatter about art is almost always useless.
They chatter together like birds on Cypress Hill, but all they say is 'Live, live, live, live, live!' It's all they've learned, it's the only advice they can give.
You speak an infinite deal of nothing.
Nonsense, it was all nonsense: this whole damned outfit, with its committees, its conferences, its eternal talk, talk, talk, was a great con trick; it was a mechanism to earn a few hundred men and women incredible sums of money.
Controversy is what mediocre people start because they can't communicate anything meaningful.
I got no time for the jibba-jabba.
Often one's dear friend talks something which one scruples to call rigmarole.
That which makes much noise and does nothing useful.
We said nonsense but it was important nonsense.
