Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
At the time, all I had come across were the words
Though much is taken, much abides
I felt it fit my own "insanity" according to the "science" (is all science subjective?) of Psychiatry, and gave me the grace to love that bit of myself that remained untarnished by the brazen egos of others.
And life goes on...