I realized that I had granted my illness lordship over me. In viewing my depression as a despot subjecting me to its savage fancies, I was able to es….

Creating doesn't make us unhappy, unhappiness makes us creative. To create is to live, and in living, we want only to creat more, to set our foundati….

Our past is a novel that we are constantly revising..

But the morbidity of sorrow-not cultivated sorrow, but that which comes inevitably-is often a productive sluggishness, a time when the soul slows dow….

The porcelain rose is not as pretty as the one that decays..

American seekers of happiness are in danger of deluding themselves into believing that only one part of the world exists, the part that gladdens thei….