I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night, I also enjoy Henry David Thoreau's work. Here's some of my favorite excerpts from some of his works.
Silence is the communing of a conscious soul with itself.
If the soul attend for a moment to its own infinity, then and there is silence. If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Wherever a man separates from the multitude and goes his own way, there is a fork in the road, though the travelers along the highway see only a gap in the paling. Money is not required to buy one necessary of the soul. Public opinion is a weak tyrant compared with our own private opinion.