Best, less.

Don’t speak a lot; go for the perfect bon mot.

What isn’t said lives in the head.

Verbal covers smoother others.

Deep currents run counter to the flow; we say one thing, the other direction go.

A knifing can’t be taken back; a verbal lashing leaves a track.

Compliment more; criticisms are winning.

Our experiences craft speeches we rarely give.

With every word sashay; the fun resides in what you say.

”Hi,” is inadequate; try “My-oh-my!”

Silence is a rich loam in which to grow a wise tome.

A cliche a day keeps reason away.

The young must learn to speak up, the old to shut up.

Generalizations gather; specifics tether.

Let there be conversation, continue creation.

Every wise word has a wise opposite.

Words stop tanks; tanks can’t stop words.

“I saw it with my own eyes,” is the beginning of a confusing explanation.

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