The words flow from their lips helter-skelter, with little thought of arrangement or order.
Now and then we meet a real artist in conversation, and it is such a treat and delight that we wonder why the most of us should be such bunglers in our conversation, that we should make such a botch of the medium of communication between human beings, when it is capable of being made the art of arts.
I have met a dozen persons in my lifetime who have given me such a glimpse of its superb possibilities that it has made all other arts seem comparatively unimportant to me.
I was once a visitor at Wendell Phillips's home in Boston, and the music of his voice, the liquid charm of his words, the purity, the transparency of his diction, the profundity of his knowledge, the fascination of his personality, and his marvelous art of putting things, I shall never forget.

He sat down on the sofa beside me and talked as he would to an old schoolmate, and it seemed to me that I had never heard such exquisite and polished English.

I have met several English people who possessed that marvelous power of "soul in conversation which charms all who come under its spell." Mrs.Mary A.Livermore, Julia Ward Howe, and Elizabeth S.P.Ward, had this wonderful conversational charm, as has ex-President Eliot of Harvard.
The quality of the conversation is everything.

We all know people who use the choicest language and express their thoughts in fluent, liquid diction, who impress us by the wonderful flow of their conversation; but that is all there is to it.

They do not impress us with their thoughts; they do not stimulate us to action.