Imprisonment of the body is bitter; imprisonment of the mind is worse - Thornton Wilder

There is no drunkenness equal to that of remembering whispered words in the night.

Next she lost her belief in the sincerity of those about her. She secretly refused to believe that anyone (herself excepted) loved anyone. All families lived in a wasteful atmosphere of custom and kissed one another with secret indifference. She saw that the people of this world moved about in an armour of egotism, drunk with self-gazing, athirst for compliments, hearing little of what was said to them, unmoved by the accidents that befell their closest friends, in dread of all appeals that might interrupt their long communion with their own desires.

I hold that we cannot be said to be aware of our minds save under responsibility.