A scholar knows no boredom. -Jean Paul Richter (1763-1825)

["Song" by Frederic Prokosch - appeared in a 1939 issue of the New Yorker.]
Michael the hero is dying in Africa
Hugo the spy is measuring the hill
And the madman Smith is watching the clubhouse,
Looking for someone to kill
The birds of disorder are crossing the continent
No one knows whither and no one knows why
And softly, softly, the ones I love
Are getting ready to die

Laughter is inner jogging. -Norman Cousins (1915-1990)

Midway in the journey of our life/ I came to myself in a dark wood,/ for the straight way was lost - Dante Alighieri (1265–1321)

Sometimes even to live is an act of courage. -Lucius Annaeus Seneca, (BCE 3-65 CE)