[W]e talk about the tyranny of words, but we like to tyrannise over them too; we are fond of having a large superfluous establishment of words to wait upon us on great occasions; we think...

Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.

After one of the lectures in Philadelphia, a woman asked Chesterton what made women talk so much, to which he replied, briefly, ‘God, Madam’.

But far more numerous was the herd of such,Who think too little, and who talk too much.

All is a-swarm with commentaries: of authors there is a dearth.

Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing.