It may well be that the poet’s sorrow must be measured by the bushel, whereas that of the layman is not even great enough to be measured in pints. Perhaps, now I come to think about it, it is that since the poet is given to worrying more than the ordinary man, his senses have become much more acutely tuned. It is true that at times he experiences the most exquisite joy, but he also has far more than his fair share of immeasurable grief. Because of this, one should consider carefully before deciding to become a poet.
For the poet is a light and winged and holy thing, and there is no invention in him until he has been inspired and is out of his senses, and reason is no longer in him.
To ensure a level playing field in political debates, candidates are stripped of any personality that they may have before the debate begins.
Conventionality is not morality
truth is truth though it be a lie.
Poetry is a religion without hope
I beg you let me go my way in loneliness for a while and devote myself to my studies
~Herman Hesse, Strange News From Another Star