Nothing Good Comes Out Of Depression.

The Rites Of Passage In The Academic World Are Arcane And, In Their Own Way, Highly Romantic, And The Tensions And Unplesantries Of Dissertations And Final Oral Examinations Are Quickly Forgotten In The Wonderful Moment Of The Sherry Afterward, Admission Into A Very Old Club, Parties Of Celebration, Doctoral Gowns, Academic Rituals, And Hearing For The First Time "dr.," Rather Than "miss" Jamison.

Nature Is The First Tutor. No One Remains Untouched Or Unschooled By The Earth, Seasons, And Heavens.

I Decided Early In Graduate School That I Needed To Do Something About My Moods. It Quickly Came Down To A Choice Between Seeing A Psychiatrist Or Buying A Horse. Since Almost Everyone I Knew Was Seeing A Psychiatrist, And Since I Had An Absolute Belief That I Should Be Able To Handle My Own Problems, I Naturally Bought A Horse.

Suicide Note: The Calm, Cool Face Of The River Asked Me For A Kiss. -langston Hughes

I Think That For Thousands Of Years People Have Made The Observation That There Are Certain Kinds Of Extreme Depressive States That Seem To Be More Likely To Produce Philosophers, People In The Arts, Unusually Brilliant Scientists.