It is difficult to write about any form of mental disease, especially your own, without sounding as if you were examining a bug under glass.
Praise me not too much, Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks Who know me.
We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.
Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.
Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!
I'm a white male, age 18 to 49. Everyone listens to me, no matter how dumb my suggestions are.
For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.
Most of the time I am sunk in thought, but at some point on each walk there comes a moment when I look up and notice, with a kind of first-time astonishment, the amazing complex delicacy of the words, the casual ease with which elemental things come together to form a composition that is—whatever the season, wherever I put my besotted gaze—perfect.
A man cannot govern a nation if he cannot govern a city; he cannot govern a city if he cannot govern a family; he cannot govern a family unless he can govern himself; and he cannot govern himself unless his passions are subject to reason
Beauty has no obvious use; nor is there any clear cultural necessity for it. Yet civilization could not do without it.
If you want to do things, do things.