Possibly the finest and most satisfying put-down ever:
"His speeches left the impression of an army of pompous phrases moving over the landscape in search of an idea. Sometimes these meandering words would actually capture a straggling thought, and bear it triumphantly a prisoner in their midst, until it died of servitude and overwork".
We are all the sum of our tears. Too little and the ground is not fertile, and nothing can grow there. Too much, and the best of us is washed away.