Art will remain the most astonishing activity of mankind born out of struggle between wisdom and madness, between dream and reality in our mind.
You don't have to be mad to work here - but it helps.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
My love, you are driving the entire world mad. The nightingales are committing suicide one by one out of jealousy of your voice. The roses took one glance at your beauty and folded themselves from shame. The trees now only whisper your name and the sky hasn't stopped crying since you looked up. Have pity on us, my love. We have already broken all the mirrors and glass out of fear that you will forget us and fall in love with yourself once you see what we all cannot stop seeing.