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Quotes About Eloquence

No great talker ever did any great thing yet, in this world.
~ Ouida
Felicity, not fluency of language, is a merit.
~ Edwin Percy Whipple
Don't worry about having the right words; worry more about having the right heart. It's not eloquence he seeks, just honesty.
~ Max Lucado
It is better to be quotable than to be honest.
~ Tom Stoppard
It's better to be quotable than to be honest.
~ Tom Stoppard
When the eagles are silent, the parrots begin to jabber.
~ Winston S. Churchill
Some people have a way with words, and other people...oh, uh, not have way.
~ Steve Martin
Universities incline wits to sophistry and affectation.
~ Jacques Barzun
He knows so little and knows it so fluently.
~ Ellen Glasgow
The ability to speak does not make you intelligent.
~ George Lucas
He can compress the most words into the smallest ideas of any man I ever met.
~ Abraham Lincoln
I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible.
~ Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey
I like to use big words so people will think I know what I'm talking about.
~ Jerry Coleman
It is feeling and force of imagination that make us eloquent.
~ Martial
A good head and good heart are always a formidable combination. But when you add to that a literate tongue or pen, then you have something very special.
~ Nelson Mandela
Given a choice of weapons with you sir, I should choose grammar.
~ Halliwell Hobbes
It is not the bigness of the words you utter, but the force with which you deliver them.
~ Charles Spurgeon
He adorned whatever subject he either spoke or wrote upon, by the most splendid eloquence.
~ Lord Chesterfield
Next to being witty, the best thing is being able to quote another's wit.
~ Christian Nestell Bovee
A good orator must be a good listener
~ Aman Srivastava
If I could but entice you with sentences and tongue tie you with words.
~ Jamie Lynn Morris
The good lawyer is the great salesman.
~ Janet Reno
An intellectual is a man who takes more words than necessary to tell more than he knows.
~ Dwight D. Eisenhower
He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door, found his coat and hat under the faint gas-light of the hall, and plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate.
~ Edith Wharton