I compare myself with my former self, not with others. Not only that, I tend to compare my current self with the best I have been, which is when I have been midly manic. When I am my present "normal" self, I am far removed from when I have been my liveliest, most productive, most intense, most outgoing and effervescent. In sort, for myself, I am a hard act to follow.

The ancient dialogue between reason and the senses is almost always more interestingly and passionately resolved in favor of the senses.

Somehow, like so many people who get depressed, we felt our depressions were more complicated and existentially based than they actually were.

Exuberance is a gift of grace that allows us to move on, to seek, to love again.

Who would not want an illness that has among its symptoms elevated and expansive mood, inflated self-esteem, abundance of energy, less need for sleep, intensified sexuality, and- most germane to our argument here-"sharpened and unusually creative thinking" and "increased productivity"?

Grief comes and goes, but depression is unremitting

Tumultuouness,if coupled to discipline and cool mind,is not such a bad sort of thing.That unless one wants to live a stunningly boring life,one ought to terms with one`s darker side ad one`s darker energies