There's no saving him from his deep hole. There's no saving me from my black slug.

You're like a grey sky. You're beautiful, even though you don't want to be.

Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like a black hole--it's so dense that there's no room for light, but that doesn't mean it can't still suck me in.

I will be stronger than my sadness.

..because never in my life have I ever been picked when there was another alternative.

I wonder if that's how darkness wins, by convincing us to trap it inside ourselves, instead of emptying it out.I don't want it to win.

He can't make me love him when he's going to leave me.

Maybe we all have darkness inside of us and some of us are better at dealing with it than others.

Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there's nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.

Something inside me clicks. It's like I've spent my whole life fiddling with a complicated combination only to discover I was toying with the wrong lock.

Do you believe in other universes? Do you think there's another dimension where we're happy?

The unconscious mind is a vast repository of experiences and associations that sorts things out much faster than the slow-moving conscious mind.

Reveal God to the people and teach them His ways

Politics should be the part-time profession of every citizen who would protect the rights and privileges of free people and who would preserve what is good and fruitful in our national heritage.

And there you stand -Far away from the distant reality, Far away in my breathing dream, Far away in the traces of my livid eyes, Far away in my hostile fantasy.

A woman is a poem, a man is a report

Instead of being taught independence, energy, and enterprise, our youth today is taught to look for security.

Even in a righteous cause force is a fearful thing.

Nothing so clears the vision and lifts up the life, as a decision to move forward in what you know to be entirely the will of the Lord.

Who knows where the talent goes? Sometimes it goes where the money is. Sometimes I think writers are really interested in the glory.

For if we are bidden to honor carnal fathers and mothers, how much more the spiritual? ... If this virtue of charity has been overlooked, a man will lose any fruit of salvation in any good he may do.