Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are! – Charles Dickens #hsp #infj

I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion. I would rather ride on earth in an ox cart, with a free circulation, than go to heaven in the fancy car of an excursion train and breathe a malaria all the way. – Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods, “Economy” #infj

…her mind astir with pictures and emotions. – Israel Zangwill, Dreamers of the Ghetto, “From a Mattress Grave,” 1897 #infj

When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin #infj