Whom the gods do not intend to destroy, they first make mad with poetry.
God is indeed dead. He died of self-horror when He saw the creature He had made in His own image.
Idealist: a cynic in the making.
A poet is deeply conflicted and it's in his work that he reconciles those deep conflicts. The place is the harbor. It doesn't set the world in order, you know, it's the place of reconciliation. It's the Consolamentum, the kiss of peace.
Conscience: self-esteem with a halo.
By walking, I found out where I was going.