Noise (n.) is an impudent defiance offered by those who work with their hands to those who work with their heads.
Noise (n.) when trifling but incessant is first felt not as sound but as thinking growing heavier — like a weight on one's foot.
Noise (n.) is the true murderer of thought — a carter hauling manure kills in the bud the thoughts of ten thousand people along his half-hour route.
Noise (n.) is felt in proportion to what it has to interrupt — those who smile at it are precisely those insensible to argument, thought, poetry or art.
Noise (n.) is the most impertinent of all interruptions: it does not merely interrupt our thoughts, it disperses them.
Noise (n.) is a difficult thing to tolerate for the intelligent. The amount of noise that anyone can bear undisturbed stands in inverse proportion to his mental capacity.
Noise (n.) is the most impertinent of all forms of interruption. It is not only an interruption, but also a disruption of thought.