We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.
But however good you get at translating personality into line or paint it's no go if your personality isn't worth translating.
The ordinary man is the curse of civilization.
The supposed great misery of our century is the lack of time.
In essence the Renaissance was simply the green end of one of civilization's hardest winters.
There cannot be any true leisure until all the world possesses it equally.