"You're talking through your hat"; "Search me"; "You just bet"; "Well, that's the limit"; "I hate that man; he gets on my nerves," and a score of other such vulgarities we often hear.
Nothing else will indicate your fineness or coarseness of culture, your breeding or lack of it, so quickly as your conversation.

It will tell your whole life's story.

What you say, and how you say it, will betray all your secrets, will give the world your true measure.
There is no accomplishment, no attainment which you can use so constantly and effectively, which will give so much pleasure to your friends, as fine conversation.

There is no doubt that the gift of language was intended to be a much greater accomplishment than the majority of us have ever made of it.
Most of us are bunglers in our conversation, because we do not make an art of it; we do not take the trouble or pains to learn to talk well.
We do not read enough or think enough.

Most of us express ourselves in sloppy, slipshod English, because it is so much easier to do so than it is to think before we speak, to make an effort to express ourselves with elegance, ease, and power.
Poor conversers excuse themselves for not trying to improve by saying that "good talkers are born, not made." We might as well say that good lawyers, good physicians, or good merchants are born, not made.