“What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.”

— Sören Kierkegaard

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Danish philosopher and theologian, founder of Existentialism 1813–1855

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