Consider: the darkening ease, the brightening trouble; the pleasure pleasure because it was, the pain pain because it shall be; the glad acts grown proud, the proud acts growing stubborn; the panting and trembling towards a being gone, a being to come; and the true true no longer, and the false true not yet. And to decide not to smile after all, sitting in the shade, hearing the cicadas, wishing it were night, wishing it were morning, saying, No, it is not the heart, no, it is not the liver, no, it is not the prostate, no, it is not the ovaries, no, it is muscular, it is nervous.

But he had hardly felt the absurdity of those things, on the one hand, and the necessity of those others, on the other (for it is rare that the feeling of absu…

Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish and wish the soul away, Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life is gone.

But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.

It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise. This is true of men as of dogs.

I wasn't crazy to love her was I? ...we're all crazy to love anybody. But it drives us even crazier if we don't

Depression presents itself as a realism regarding the rottenness of the world in general and the rottenness of your life in particular.