“Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
Farewell Love and all thy laws forever: Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more; Seneca and Plato call me from thy lore, To perfect wealth my wit for to endeavour.
See you now;
Your bait of falsehood take this carp of truth:
And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,
With windlasses and with assays of bias,
By indirections find directions out