"I had seen so many begin to pack their lives in cotton woool, smother their impulses, hood their passions, and gradually retire from their manhood into a kind of spiritual and physical semi-invalidism. In this they are encouraged by wives and relatives, and it's such a sweet trap."  (John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley)

I hope to never be so tied and bound to societies social rules that I smother my impluses (aside from any destructive ones), or hood my passions. That's the stuff life is made of, be it good bad or inbetween.