I’m currently reading Bertrand Russell’s “The Conquest of Happiness” and have been finding some quotable material.
The following he addresses to those in “literary coteries” suffering from ennui:
“Give up trying to write, and, instead, try not to write. Go out into the world; become a pirate; a king in Borneo, a laborer in Soviet Russia; give yourself an existence in which the satisfaction of elementary physical needs will occupy almost all your energies.” . . . I believe that after some years of such an existence, the ex-interllectual will find that in spite of his efforts he can no longer refrain from writing, and when this time comes his writing will not seem to him futile.