"Oft has it been my lot to mark A proud, conceited, talking spark."
"Minister," said Mr. Slick, "come, cheer up, it makes me kinder dismal to hear you talk so. When Captain McKenzie hanged up them three free and enlightened citizens of ours on board of the—Somers—he gave em three cheers. We are worth half a dozen dead men yet, so cheer up. Talk to these friends of ourn, they might think you considerable starch if you dont talk, and talk is cheap, it dont cost nothin but breath, a scrape of your hind leg, and a jupe of the head, thats a fact."
"You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts."
"The Age that admires talk so much can have little discernment for inarticulate work, or for anything that is deep and genuine. Nobody, or hardly anybody, having in himself an earnest sense for truth, how can anybody recognize an inarticulate Veracity, or Nature-fact of any kind; a Human Doer especially, who is the most complex, profound, and inarticulate of all Natures Facts? Nobody can recognize him: till once he is patented, get some public stamp of authenticity, and has been articulately proclaimed, and asserted to be a Doer. To the worshipper of talk, such a one is a sealed book. An excellent human soul, direct from Heaven,—how shall any excellence of man become recognizable to this unfortunate? Not except by announcing and placarding itself as excellent,—which, I reckon, it above other things will probably be in no great haste to do."
"Real talk between a man and a woman offers the supreme privilege of keeping the other sane, and being kept sane by the other."
"But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much."
"It would talk; Lord, how it talked!"