“The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.”

“The basis of all human fears, he thought. A closed door, slightly ajar.”

“All poets are mad.”

“I would like to write a Book which would drive men mad, which would be like an open door leading them where they would never have consented to go, in short, a door that opens onto reality.”

“Our hospital was famous and housed many great poets and singers. Did the hospital specialize in poets and singers or was it that poets and singers specialized in madness?”

“To be a poet is to dive into the madness of poetry and penetrate deeply into the realm of words…”

“The long and winding road that leads to your door
Will never disappear,
I've seen that road before it always leads me here,
Leads me to your door.”

“When one door closes, another opens… into another room, another space, other happenings. There are many doors to open and close in our lives. Some doors we leave ajar, where we hope and plan to return. Some doors are slammed shut decisively—"No more of that!" Some are closed regretfully, softly—"It was good, but it is over." Departures entail arrivals somewhere else. Closing a door, leaving it behind, means opening onto new vistas and ventures, new possibilities, new incentives.”

“One restless dawn, unable to suppress the itch
of wanderlust, with a heavy door left ajar
semi-deliberately, and a new light teasing in Some piece of immobility will finally quit
suddenly nimble on wooden limbs
as fast as a horse, fleeing the stable.”

“O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!”