Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?

A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.

I have a feeling I shall go mad. I cannot go on longer in these terrible times. I shan't recover this time. I hear voices and cannot concentrate on my work. I have fought against it but cannot fight any longer.

O friendship, I too will press flowers between the pages of Shakespeare's sonnets!

While fame impedes and constricts, obscurity wraps about a man like a mist; obscurity is dark, ample, and free; obscurity lets the mind take its way unimpeded. Over the obscure man is poured the merciful suffusion of darkness. None knows where he goes or comes. He may seek the truth and speak it; he alone is free; he alone is truthful, he alone is at peace.

Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England.

to teach without zest is a crime.