Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn't roar?

When the wine goes in, strange things come out.

The reason for you complaint lies, it seems to me, in the constraint which your intellect imposes upon your imagination. Here I will make an observation, and illustrate it by an allegory. Apparently, it is not good-and indeed it hinders the creative work of the mind-if the if the intellect examines too closely the ideas pouring in, as it were, at the gates.

He who considers too much will perform little.

Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.

Whoever fails to turn aside the ills of life by prudent forethought, must submit to fulfill the course of destiny.

Regarded in isolation, an idea may be quite insignificant, and venturesome in the extreme, but it may acquire importance from an idea which follows it; perhaps, in a certain collocation with other ideas, which may seem equally absurd, it may be capable of furnishing a very serviceable link.