To be listened to is, generally speaking, a nearly unique experience for most people. It is enormously stimulating. It is small wonder that people who have been demanding all their lives to be heard so often fall speechless when confronted with one who gravely agrees to lend an ear. Man clamors for the freedom to express himself and for knowing that he counts. But once offered these conditions, he becomes frightened.
Every sect clamors for toleration when it is down.
It is only by closing the ears of the soul, or by listening too intently to the clamors of the sense, that we become oblivious of their utterances.
The stomach begs and clamors, and listens to no precepts. And yet it is not an obdurate creditor; for it is dismissed with small payment if you give it only what you owe, and not as much as you can.
We are the species that clamors to be lied to.
Love clamors far more incessantly and passionately at a closed gate than an open one!