Poets are the sense, philosophers­­ the intelligence­­ of humanity.

Poets create gods, philosophers destroy them.

Women make us poets, children make us philosophers.

And poets by their sufferings grow,-- As if there were no more to do, To make a poet excellent, But only want and discontent.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.