Improvement makes straight roads; but the crooked roads without improvement are roads of genius

That which is crooked cannot be made straight and that which is wanting cannot be numbered.

There are no straight backs, no symmetrical faces, many wry noses, and no even legs. We are a crooked and perverse generation.

Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time,Why should I strive to set the crooked straight?

I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity.

Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, / Why should I strive to set the crooked straight? / Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme / Beats with light wing against the ivory gate, / Telling a tale not too importunate.