If I have a choice between looking something up and making it up, I'll make it up every time.
The ancient dialogue between reason and the senses is almost always more interestingly and passionately resolved in favor of the senses.
Never once, during any of my bouts of depression, had I been inclined or able to pick up a telephone and ask a friend for help. It wasn't in me.
Mood disorders are terribly painful illnesses, and they are isolating illnesses. And they make people feel terrible about themselves when, in fact, they can be treated.
Curiosity, wonder, and passion are defining qualities of imaginative minds and great teachers. . . Restlessness and discontent are vital things. . . Intense experience and suffering instruct us in ways less intense emotions can never do.
But money spent while manic doesn't fit into the Internal Revenue Service concept of medical expense or business loss. So after mania, when most depressed, you're given excellent reason to be even more so.
I decided early in graduate school that I needed to do something about my moods. It quickly came down to a choice between seeing a psychiatrist or buying a horse. Since almost everyone I knew was seeing a psychiatrist, and since I had an absolute belief that I should be able to handle my own problems, I naturally bought a horse.
Everyone feels loss and love and laughter. That's what connects humanity. It's why I love Shakespeare.
Sin is the despairing refusal to find your deepest identity in your relationship and service to God.
Job 29 is about Job reflecting on his past before the calamity hit him to say this is the type of man I was. So, you want to know what God calls perfect and upright? Read Job 29, and you will understand what kind of man God esteems.
I know all those words, but that sentence makes no sense to me.