Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
...
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
-- Sound of Silence, Simon and Garfunkel

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
-- If, Rudyard Kipling