Words give forth sound, but it is not the sounds that do good, that brighten sad faces as people listen, that change tears to laughter, that stimulate hope, that put courage into fainting hearts,--it is not the noise of our words, but the thoughts which the words carry.

Words are but the chattering messengers that bear the sealed messages; and it is the messages that help and comfort.

We may make noise as we work, but it is not our noise that builds up what we leave in beauty behind us.

It is life that builds, and life is silent.
The force that works in our homes is a silent force,--mother-love, father-love, patience, gentleness, prayer, truth, the influences of divine grace.
It is the same in the building up of personal character in each of us.
There may be a great deal of noise all about us, but it is in silence that we grow from a thousand sources come the little blocks that are laid upon the walls,--the lessons we get from others, the influences friends exert upon us, the truths our reading puts into our minds, the impressions life leaves upon us, the inspirations we receive from the divine Spirit--ever the builders are at work on these characters of ours, but they work silently, without noise of hammer or axe.
There is another suggestion.

Down in the dark quarries, under the city, the men wrought, cutting, hewing, polishing, the stones.