On a Wonderful, Beautiful, Almost Failed Sentence By Virginia Woolf

When there’s no place for the scalpel, words are the surgeon’s only tool. For amid that unique suffering

Any major illness transforms a patient’s—really, an entire family’s—life. But brain diseases have the additional strangeness of the esoteric.

The less we understand about a disease or a symptom, the more we psychologize, and often stigmatize, it.

sublimity but never in the passions of the human heart. Has any great poem ever let in so little light upon one’s own joys and sorrows? I get no help in judging life; I scarcely feel that Milton lived or knew men and women; except for the peevish personalities about marriage and the woman’s duties.