Courage of the Poet
The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.
The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.
Guard well your spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds. Discard them and their value will never be known. Improve them and they will become the brightest gems in a useful life.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Life’s a tough proposition, and the first hundred years are the hardest.
What is a poet? A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music. . . . And men crowd about the poet and say to him, “Sing for us again;” that is as much to say, “May new sufferings torment your soul, but may your lips be formed as before; for the cries would only frighten us but the music is delicious.”
Pessimism is a luxury we can only afford in good times, in difficult times it easily represents a self-inflicted, self-fulfilling death sentence.
— Evelin Lindner, social scientist, Auschwitz survivor, Founder of Human Dignity and Humiliation Studies