Some of the charm of the past consists of the quiet -- the great distracting buzz of implication has stopped and we are left only with what has been fully phrased and precisely stated. And part of the melancholy of the past comes from our knowledge that the huge, unrecorded hum of implication was once there and left no trace -- we feel that because it is evanescent it is especially human. We feel, too, that the truth of the great preserved monuments of the past does not fully appear without it.
Lionel Trilling, Manners, Morals and the Novel, from The Liberal Imagination (1950))
The fact that there is a word for silence is an aesthetic creation.
(Jorge Luis Borges, Poetry, from Seven Nights, tr Eliot Weinberger (1984))