She said I do on day 482, and gave me a son on day 761.
. . . patients seldom run amuck at mealtime.
To be on the safe and humane side, let every relative and friend. . . remember the golden rule, which has never been suspended with respect to the insane. Go to see them, treat them sanely, write to them, keep them informed about the home circle; let not your devotion flag, nor accept any repulse.
. . . many a suicide might be averted if the person contemplating it could find the proper assistance when such a crisis impends.
Most sane people think that no insane person can reason logically. But this is not so.
Not a few patients, however, suffering from certain forms of mental disorder, regain a high degree of insight into their mental condition in what might be termed a flash of divine enlightenment.
To leave behind what was in reality a hell, and immediately have this good green earth revealed in more glory than most men ever see it, was one of the compensating privileges which make me feel that my suffering was worthwhile.
I'm sure every pattern has been covered, but it's nice to think you might dwell on some that other people don't.
The good old days are neither better nor worse than the ones we're living through right now.
He was looking at her with amused suspicion. There was something between them, and even she had to acknowledge that a tame remark about the weather sounded perverse.
Success is the most valuable commodity.