“My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.”

“My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?”

“It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.”

“Madness is an illness of the brain, not of the mind.”

“Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises…”

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

“To be sane in a mad time
is bad for the brain, worse
for the heart.”

“Writing poetry and reading books causes brain damage.”

“The second was some rather bad poetry, but it was short, and I forced my way through by gritting my teeth and occasionally closing one eye so as not to damage the entirety of my brain.”

“Poetry demands a man with a special gift for it, or else one with a touch of madness in him.”