Luminous escapes of thought.—Moore.
Blustering.—Because half a dozen grasshoppers under a fern make the field ring with their importunate chink, whilst thousands of great cattle, reposing beneath the shadow of the British oak, chew the cud and are silent, pray do not imagine that those who make the noise are the only inhabitants of the field—that, of course, they are many in number,—or, that, after all, they are other than the little, shriveled, meagre, hopping, though loud and troublesome, insects of the hour.—Burke.
There are braying men in the world as well as braying asses; for what is loud and senseless talking any other than a way of braying.—L'Estrange.
Wine and the sun will make vinegar without any shouting to help them.—George Eliot.
Boasting.—Usually the greatest boasters are the smallest workers. The deep rivers pay a larger tribute to the sea than shallow brooks, and yet empty themselves with less noise.—W. Secker.
With all his tumid boasts, he's like the sword-fish, who only wears his weapon in his mouth.—Madden.
Every braggart shall be found an ass.—Shakespeare.
Self-laudation abounds among the unpolished, but nothing can stamp a man more sharply as ill-bred.—Charles Buxton.
Boldness.—Who bravely dares must sometimes risk a fall.—Smollett.
Women like brave men exceedingly, but audacious men still more.—Lemesles.