Continuous eloquence wearies

Eloquence is a painting of the thoughts.

Continuous eloquence wearies. Grandeur must be abandoned to be appreciated. Continuity in everything is unpleasant. Cold is agreeable, that we may get warm.

Continued eloquence is wearisome

Eloquence.— We need both what is pleasing and what is real, but that which pleases must itself be drawn from the true.

The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.