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.