I do not know a better cure for mental illness than a book.
Art's a staple. Like bread or wine or a warm coat in winter. Those who think it is a luxury have only a fragment of a mind. Man's spirit grows hungry for art in the same way his stomach growls for food.
How difficult it is to be simple.
Being mad is even pleasant. But only a madman understands that.
Misery is the only thing in the world that has no end or edge.
He had always loved God. In his darkest hours he cried out, "God did not create us to abandon us.