Poetry is a sort of inspired mathematics, which gives us equations, not for abstract figures, triangles, squares, and the like, but for the human emotions. If one has a mind which inclines to magic rather than science, one will prefer to speak of these equations as spells or incantations; it sounds more arcane, mysterious, recondite.

No picture is made to endure nor to live with but it is made to sell and sell quickly with usura, sin against nature, is thy bread ever more of stale rags is thy bread dry as paper.

Genius... is the capacity to see ten things where the ordinary man sees one.

A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him.

With Usura With usura hath no man a house of good stone each block cut smooth and well fitting.

Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance... poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.

I guess the definition of a lunatic is a man surrounded by them.