All Poets are mad.
Robert Burton.
“A true saying it is, Desire hath no rest; is infinite in itself, endless; and as one calls it, a perpetual rack, or horse-mill, according to Austin, still going round as in a ring.”
“No Centaurs here, or Gorgons look to find,My subject is of man, and human kind.”
“To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun.”
“What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; love's the cloudless summer sun, nature gay adorning.”
“Worldly wealth is the Devil's bait; and those whose minds feed upon riches recede, in general, from real happiness, in proportion as their stores increase, as the moon, when she is fullest, is fart...”
“One was never married, and that's his hell; another is, and that's his plague.”
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”
“The road to hell is paved with adverbs.”