“The silence was an intense roar.”

“The silence is so intense that you can hear your own blood roar in your ears but louder than that by far is the mysterious roar which I alwas identify with the roaring of the diamond wisdom, the mysterious roar of silence itself, which is a great Shhhh reminding you of something you've seemed to have forgotten in the stress of your days since birth.”

“I can hear the roar of women's silence”

“Is not the beautiful moon, that inspires poets, the same moon which angers the silence of the sea with a terrible roar?”

“And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.”

“Silence? What can New York-noisy, roaring, rumbling, tumbling, bustling, story, turbulent New York-have to do with silence? Amid the universal clatter, the incessant din of business, the all swallowing vortex of the great money whirlpool-who has any, even distant, idea of the profound repose......of silence?”