The thoughts written on the walls of madhouses by their inmates might be worth publicizing.
Georg C. LichtenbergHere take back the stuff that I am, nature, knead it back into the dough of being, make of me a bush, a cloud, whatever you will, even a man, only no longer make me.
Georg C. LichtenbergThere is something in our minds like sunshine and the weather, which is not under our control. When I write, the best things come to me from I know not where.
Georg C. Lichtenberg