Silence is an ocean... Speech is a river....

The net, of course, finally closed around him, and as he lay in the
terrible frying-pan bed, he thought,
"If I get out of this,
I'll never live again in the limits of a lake.

Next time, the ocean! I'll make the infinite my home."

Inside me a hundred beings are putting their fingers to their lips and saying,
"That's enough for now.... Shhhhh."

Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river