My father used to say, <br /> "Superior people never make long visits, <br /> have to be shown Longfellow's grave <br /> nor the glass flowers at Harvard. <br /> Self reliant like the cat -- <br /> that takes its prey to privacy, <br /> the mouse's limp tail hanging like a shoelace from its mouth -- <br /> they sometimes enjoy solitude, <br /> and can be robbed of speech <br /> by speech which has delighted them. <br /> The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence; <br /> not in silence, but restraint." <br /> Nor was he insincere in saying, "`Make my house your inn'." <br /> Inns are not residences.<br /><br />Marianne Clarke Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silence-10/
