Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.
"The Holy Ghost," Luther instructs us, "is not a skeptic." Not everyone can be, and that is really too bad.
Melancholy redeems this universe, and yet it is melancholy that separates us from it.
Espousing the melancholy of ancient symbols, I would have freed myself.
The refutation of suicide: is it not inelegant to abandon a world which has so willingly put itself at the service of our melancholy?
Vague a l'ame — melancholy yearning for the end of the world.