Many a man has met death from the rushing flood of his own eloquence; others from the strength and wondrous thews in which they have trusted.

I have sometimes thought that his bursts of imaginative talk were fatal to his poetic gift. He squandered too much in the heat of personal communication.

«Я потерял дар речи. Я ясно ощутил, как во мне шевельнулся страх. — Страх — это нечто, несвойственное этому миру, — сказал эмиссар.
Из всего, что он сказал, только это было не совсем точным.»

The tone of voice influences the wisest of us and alters the force of a speech or a poem.

After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered, even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge.

Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still.

"I'm not satisfied with the way in which people in the party usually write
articles. They are all so conventional, so wooden, so cut-and-dry....
Our scribblings are usually not lyrics, but whirrings, without color or
resonance, like the tone of an engine wheel. I believe that the cause lies
in the fact that when people write, they forget for the most part to dig
deeply into themselves and to feel the whole import and truth of what
they are writing. I believe that ever time, every day, in every article you
must live through the thing again, you must feel your way tugh it,
and then fresh words-coming fom: the heart and going to the heartwould occur to express the old fmiliar thing. But you get so used to a
truth that you rattle off the deepest and greatest tings as if they were
the "Our Fater" I firmly intend, when I write, never to forget to be enthusiastic about what I write and to commune with myself."

Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds.

Fuyez de ces auteurs l'abondance stérile,
Et ne vous chargez point d'un détail inutile.
Tout ce qu'on dit de trop est fade et rebutant;
L'esprit rassasié le rejette à l'instant.
Qui ne sait se borner ne sut jamais écrire.
Souvent la peur d'un mal nous conduit dans un pire.
Un vers étoit trop foible, et vous le rendez dur;
J'évite d'être long, et je deviens obscur;
L'un n'est point trop fardé, mais sa muse est trop nue;
L'autre a peur de ramper, il se perd dans la nue.
Voulez-vous du public mériter les amours,
Sans cesse en écrivant variez vos discours.
Un style trop égal et toujours uniforme
En vain brille à nos yeux, il faut qu'il nous endorme
On lit peu ces auteurs, nés pour nous ennuyer,
Qui toujours sur un ton semblent psalmodier.
Heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix légère
Passer du grave au doux, du plaisant au sévère!

emotionless tone hurting as much as the news

To put it in a nutshell, he was afflicted with a love of literature. It was the fatal nature of this disease to substitute a phantom for reality.

The place had an overpowering presence of literature and you couldn’t help but lose your passion for dumbness.

his speech may lack the brilliance of his hair.“ Cyrano to Roxanne

A single overstatement, wherever or however it occurs, diminishes the whole, and a carefree superlative has the power to destroy, for the reader, the object of the writer's enthusiasm.