Our suicidal poets (Plath,

Our suicidal poets (Plath, Berryman, Lowell, Jarrell, et al.) spent too much of their lives inside rooms and classrooms when they should have been trudging up mountains, slogging through swamps, rowing down rivers. The indoor life is the next best thing to premature burial. Edward Abbey

So we beat on,

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. F. Scott Fitzgerald