What I had begun to discover is that$$$ mysteriously and in ways that are totally remote from normal experience$$$ the grey drizzle of horror induced by depression takes on the quality of physical pain. But it is not an immediately identifiable pain$$$ like that of a broken limb. It may be more accurate to say that despair$$$ owing to some evil trick played upon the sick brain by the inhabiting psyche$$$ comes to resemble the diabolical discomfort of being imprisoned in a fiercely overheated room.
To know your Enemy$$$ you must become your Enemy.
The madness of depression is$$$ generally speaking$$$ the antithesis of violence. It is a storm indeed$$$ but a storm of murk. Soon evident are the slowed-down responses$$$ near paralysis$$$ psychic energy throttled back close to zero. Ultimately$$$ the body is affected and feels sapped$$$ drained.
We each devise our means of escape from the intolerable.
It is not for the gods to decide whether or not Man exists - it is for Man to decide whether or not the gods exist.
Silence will save me from being wrong (and foolish)$$$ but it will also deprive me of the possibility of being right.
I fell in love with literature and stayed lovesick all my life.
You think human nature is a beast$$$ that it must be put in a cage. But it's the cage that makes the animal bad.
Happiness is equilibrium. Shift your weight.
A man speaking sense to himself is no madder than a man speaking nonsense not to himself.