Sometimes I think depression should be called the coping illness. So many of us struggle on, not daring or knowing how to ask for help. More of us, terribly, go undiagnosed.

Hope is only the love of life.

I find it easy to spot a depressive. The illness is scrawled across them like graffiti.

One thing I know is true. Try never to abandon hope for if you do, hope will surely try to abandon you.

There is one thing we know about meaning: that meaning consists in attachment to something bigger than you are.

As to whether the depression will come back, it is every depressive's fear.

Bad enough to be ill, but to feel compelled to deny the very thing that, in its worst and most active state, defines you is agony indeed.

I had carried on when all I wanted was to be dead. I had stayed alive for other people. I never stayed alive for myself. I cannot begin to describe the intensity of that effort.

A part of my depression lies, I think, in my unanswered question: Where is home? I feel a sense, always, of trying to find my way back to a place that doesn't exist.

Everyone else has a work party, 'Kate said. 'So why shouldn't we? We're working hard at not being mad.

If our minds can hold us back, then they can push us forwards too.

The truth is not distorted here, but rather a distortion is used to get at truth.

Reading haiku is as much an art as writing it. The reader needs to pause and listen to the silences, to feel the spaces between the words, and to journey into the depths of many multi-colored worlds.

We have a God who is a Creator, not a duplicator.

Monk... not monk but Andrian Monk makes mistakes if he makes then and we can.

Although other animals may be different from us, this does not make them LESS than us

Who hesitate and falter life away and lose tomorrow the ground won today.

For there is one thing we must never forget... the majority can never replace the man. And no more than a hundred empty heads make one wise man will an heroic decision arise from a hundred cowards.

Memories were like sunshine. They warmed you up and left a pleasant glow, but you couldn't hold them.

This great Nation will endure as it has endured, will revive and will prosper.

The truth just happens - lies take time to make.