All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful, but the beauty is grim.

Truth is the strong compost in which beauty may sometimes germinate

Poetry, men attain By subtler pain More flagrant in the brain - An honesty unfeigned, A heart unchained, A madness well restrained

The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness

A beautiful woman is a picture which drives all beholders nobly mad.