But I ain't so sho that ere a man has the right to say what is crazy and what ain't. It's like there was a fellow in every man that's done a-past the sanity or the insanity, that watches the sane and the insane doings of that man with the same horror and the same astonishment
~ As I Lay Dying / William Faulkner

She watches me: I can feel her eyes. It's like she was shoving at me with them. I have seen if before in women. Seen them drive from the room them coming with sympathy and pity, with actual help, and clinging to some trifling animal to whom they never were more than pack horses. That's what they mean by the love that passeth understanding: that pride, that furious desire to hide that abject nakedness which we bring here with us, carry with us into operating rooms, carry stubbornly and furiously with us into the earth again.
~ As I Lay Dying / William Faulkner

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze.
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of every finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should ever turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him they knew
only more sure of all I thought was true.

~ Into My Own / Robert Frost