Obtain from yourself all that makes complaining useless. No longer implore from others what you yourself can obtain.
The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
The want of logic annoys. Too much logic bores. Life eludes logic, and everything that logic alone constructs remains artificial and forced.
True eloquence forgoes eloquence.
Are you then unable to recognize unless it has the same sound as yours?
The thing I am most aware of is my limits. And this is natural; for I never, or almost never, occupy the middle of my cage; my whole being surges toward the bars.