"How long is this posthumous existence of mine to go on?"
— John Keats, dying of tuberculosis and denied pain relief
"A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. What is pleasant belongs to dreams."
— Simone Weil, Gravity & Grace, p. 47
"We do not find meaning lying in things nor do we put it into things, but between us and things it can happen."
— Martin Buber, Between Man and Man