Perhaps it is fitting that the best of our kind are so plagued with sadness, having seen so much of it themselves, the desire to inflict the same in those around them never truly takes root.

There is little that separates the lunatic and the genius, all it is the latter’s ability to harness his madness into productive action.

Inspiring people do not insert new ideas or feelings in others. The secret to their gift lies in their words and actions, their supernatural ability to cast light into the dark recesses mankind’s minds and hearts allowing to people to bare witness the truths that were already within them but not readily seen.

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To loathe solitude is the product of a inadequate mind, to capable of only having thoughts whose company are not worth savoring.