Silence is the universal refuge, the sequel to all dull discourses and all foolish acts, balm to our every chagrin, as welcome after satiety as after disappointment.
Silence is the communing of a conscious soul with itself. If the soul attends for a moment to its own infinity, then and there is silence. She is audible to all men, at all times, in all places, and if we will we may always hearken to her admonitions.
- Henry David Thoreau