Date: 1958

"Such hectic extremes of gloom and gaiety are, indeed, characteristic of the manic-depressive, as with poor Crabbe's wife; in such persons the superego sits, as it were, like a great baleful cat, while the poor little cowed mouse of an ego creeps about with its tail between its legs; but at inter...

— Lucas, F. L. (1894-1967)

Date: 1959

"And I believe in the spurred flame, / Those racing tongues, but cannot come / Out of my heart's unbroken room."

— Hill, Geoffrey (b. 1932)

Date: 1959

"O quiet deed! / This is the breaking of the bread; / On this the leanest heart may feed / When by the stiffly-linened priest / All wounds of light are newly dressed, / Healed by the pouring-in of wine / From bitter — as from sweet — grapes bled."

— Hill, Geoffrey (b. 1932)

Date: 1959

"And so my heart has ceased to breathe / (Though there God's worm blunted its head / And stayed.)"

— Hill, Geoffrey (b. 1932)

Date: 1959

"The heart's tough shell is still to crack / When, spent of all its wine and bread, / Unwinkingly the altar lies / Wreathed in its sour breath, cold and dead, / A server has put out its eyes."

— Hill, Geoffrey (b. 1932)

Date: 1959

"Still beneath / Live skin stone breathes, about which fires but play, / Fierce heart that is the iced brain's to command / To judgment -- studied reflex, contained breath) -- / Their best of worlds since, on the ordained day, / This world went spinning from Jehovah's hand."

— Hill, Geoffrey (b. 1932)

Date: 1959

"(A slight miracle might cleanse / His brain / Of all attachments, claw-roots of sense)"

— Hill, Geoffrey (b. 1932)

Date: 1972

"My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare; / I had to cram so many things to store everything in there."

— Bowie, David [David Robert Jones] (1947-2016)

Date: November 12, 1973

"Mysteries are the food of the mind, and all the fundamental mysteries are necessary to sanity."

— Richards, I.A. (1893-1979)

Date: 1975

"But at a certain age, the age at which promotions and Chairs begin to occupy a man's thoughts, he may look back with wistful nostalgia to the day's when his wits ran fresh and clear, directed to a single, positive goal."

— Lodge, David (b. 1935)