A Thought Comes When It Will, Not

Has Anyone...any Distinct Notion Of What Poets Of A Stronger Age Understood By The Word Inspiration? ... There Is An Ecstasy Such That The Immese Strain Of It Is Sometimes Relaxed By A Flood Of Tears, Along With Which One's Steps Either Rush Or Involuntarily Lag, Alternately. There Is The Feeling That One Is Completely Out Of Hand, With The Very Distinct Consciousness Of An Endless Number Of Fine Thrills And Quiverings To The Very Toes... Everything Happens Quite Involuntarily, As If In A Tempestuous Outburst Of Freedom, Of Absoluteness, Of Power And Divinity.

Clever People Are Never Credited With Their Follies: What A Deprivation Of Human Rights!

No Man Ever Wrote More Eloquently And Luminously [than Heraclitus].

Over Immense Periods Of Time The Intellect Produced Nothing But Errors. A Few Of These Proved To Be Useful And Helped To Preserve The Species: Those Who Hit Upon Or Inherited These Had Better Luck In Their Struggle For Themselves And Their Progeny. Such Erroneous Articles Of Faith... Include The Following: That There Are Things, Substances, Bodies; That A Thing Is What It Appears To Be; That Our Will Is Free; That What Is Good For Me Is Also Good In Itself.

Something Unappeased, Unappeasable, Is Within Me.