You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
Kahlil Gibran (1883 - 1931)
Source: The Prophet: 26 poetic essays, Pages: 60 (On Talking)
Contributed by: Joy Bringer