

Melancholy is morbid only when it occupies too much place in life... but it is equally morbid for it to be wholly excluded from life.
Melancholy is a fixation not on some lost object, but rather on some object which he possesses but has lost his desire for (because the cause of desire has withdrawn).
Melancholy is, along with suffering and disappointments, are there to mature and transfigure us: Not to vex us or cheapen us or deprive us of our dignity.
Melancholy is not only the failure of the work of mourning, it is also its very opposite: It is an intention to mourn that precedes and anticipates the loss of the object.
Melancholy is marked by the fact that, in contrast to mourning where a loss is recognized and painfully dealt with, the loss in melancholia remains unconscious. The melancholic is unaware that any loss has occurred.
Melancholy is most diabolical not in that it makes one ill but that it makes one conceited and shortsighted... yes almost arrogant, ignorant to the fact that thousands lost in the same maze, have endured the same agonies.