Persona Non Grata

“Before Apollo calls to him — the poet is the most insignificant of mortals! In his free hours, the ordinary man finds some more or less distinguished distraction fox himself: he hunts, attends exhibitions of pictures, or the theatre, and finally rests in the bosom of his family. But the poet is incapable of normal existence. Immediately he has finished with Apollo, forgetting all about altars and sacrifices, he proceeds to occupy himself with unworthy objects. Or he abandons himself to the dolce far niente, the customary pastime of all favourites of the Muses. … Whilst he is engaged in composition, an author is a creature of some consequence: apart from this, he is nothing.”

“Please stop destroying what is left of your heart by constantly thinking about things that have broken you.”