Full fathom five thy father lies, of his bones are coral made.
Those are pearls that were his eyes. Nothing of him that doth fade,
but doth suffer a sea-change into something rich and strange.

When I am attacked by gloomy thoughts,
nothing helps me so much as running to my books.
They quickly absorb me and banish the clouds from my mind.

We cannot live only for ourselves.
A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men;
and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes,
and they come back to us as effects.

Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled,
whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence— whether much that is glorious—
whether all that is profound— does not spring from disease of thought—
from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.