The deepest rivers make least din, The silent soule doth most abound in care.

A pilot's part in calms cannot be spy'd, In dangerous times true worth is only tri'd.

Yet all that I have learn'd (hugh toyles now past) By long experience, and in famous schooles, Is but to know my ignorance at last, Who think themselves most wise are greatest fools.

Knowledge is power.

The white sail of his soul has rounded The promontory--death.

See how nature - trees, flowers, grass - grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence...we need silence to be able to touch souls.