Politically correct and chocolate with cream

I think more and more often about the way in which, today, we must say, we must express ourselves. Or rather, I think of the need to fix the mouth rather than the words. I mull over the overriding from politically correct to empty corret: better not to say anything but to say it in a modest way than to say something but in a way that could also upset someone. Even if my mother has always taught me that: who is always beautiful is never beautiful.