“Depression is melancholy minus its charms.”
Susan Sontag book Illness as Metaphor
Source: Illness as Metaphor
“To the pure soul by Fancy's fire refined,
Ah, what is mirth but turbulence unholy,
When with the charm compared of heavenly melancholy.”
Book i. Stanza 55.
The Minstrel; or, The Progress of Genius (1771)
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Scottish poet, moralist and philosopher 1735–1803Related quotes
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