There's a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat from too much joy or too much fear: We grow sea-green at last and coldly die In brininess and volubility.
Paul Simon started piling up a lot of words, more than the bar could handle, and I stopped!
Your mind is on vacation and your mouth is working overtime.
Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.
Many people talk much, and then very many people talk very much more.
Some people have constipation of the brain but their mouth has the runs.
Superfluous words simply spill out when the mind is already full.
I've got an odometer on my voice that has out-odometered an odometer on an automobile.
A multitude of words is no proof of a prudent mind.
A moment of eloquence enthralls us. An hour's worth leaves us stupefied.
Copiousness of words, however ranged, is always false eloquence, though it will ever impose on some sort of understandings.
Wishes run over in loquacious impotence, will presses on with laconic energy.
I talk too much. I eat too much.
Speaking much also is a sign of vanity; for he that is lavish in words is a niggard in deeds.
Language rarely lies. It can reveal the insincerity of a writer's claims simply through a grating adjective or an inflated phrase. We come upon a frenzy of words and suspect it hides a paucity of feeling.
Liars hate silence, so they often try to fill it up by talking more than they need to. They provide far more information than was needed or asked for.
An expenditure of words without income of ideas will lead to intellectual bankruptcy.
Cath felt like she was swimming in words. Drowning in them, sometimes.
Enough words, little wisdom. [Lat., Satis eloquentiae sapientiae parum.]
Perfumed and gallant words make our ears belch.
Dinted dimpled wimpled-his mind wandered down echoing corridors of assonance and alliteration ever further and further from the point. He was enamoured with the beauty of words.
Even the most honest writer lets slip a word too many when he wants to round off a period.
The West is boring itself to death! And talking itself to death!
The unluckiest insolvent in the world is the man whose expenditure of speech is too great for his income of ideas.
