“I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.”

“...I have always lived on contrasts! To me the only death is monotony. Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.”

“It is almost possible to measure a writer's skill by the dexterity with which he repeats, and yet avoids monotony.”

“So I shall practice sorrow in my love,stand in thin sun from old windows and grieve:inevitability of the grave,monotony of death, partitioned lives.”

“Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I am not the same, the next question is "Who in the world am I?”

“I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear,— Till death like sleep might steal on me And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.”