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Sartor Resartus – Thomas Carlyle

The howl went silent within me; and the long-deafened soul could now hear. I paused in my wild wanderings; and sat me down to wait, and consider; for it was as if the hour of change drew nigh.

I seemed to surrender, to renounce utterly, and say: Fly, then, false shadows of Hope; I will chase you no more, I will believe you no more. And ye too, haggard spectres of Fear, I care not for you; ye too are all shadows and a lie.

Let me rest here; for I am way-weary and life-weary; I will rest here, were it but to die: to die or to live is alike to me; alike insignificant."-

And again: "Here, then, as I lay in that CENTRE OF INDIFFERENCE;  cast, doubtless, by benignant upper Influence, into a healing sleep, the heavy dreams rolled gradually away, and I awoke to a new Heaven and a new Earth.

The first preliminary moral Act, Annihilation of Self had been happily accomplished; and my mind's eyes were now unsealed, and its hands ungyved."