Life is made up of marble and mud.

God will give him blood to drink!

What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!

The aspect of the venerable mansion has always affected me like a human countenance, bearing the traces not merely of outward storm and sunshine, but expressiv…

The man of flesh and bone; the man who is born, suffers, and dies-above all, who dies; the man who eats and drinks and plays and sleeps and thinks and wills; t…

At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.

I think everybody, no matter how rich or poor, how young or old, has a phase in his life when he's depressive. It's reality. Not a lot of people want to talk a…