Ordinary he was insane, But he had lucid moments when he was merely Stupid. - Heinrich Heine

Hence the one-sided errors—ces erreurs d'idée fixe—which we cannot escape when we stand too near to one or the other party; either deceives, yet does it unaware, and we confide most willingly in those who think as we do. But if we are by chance of such indifferent nature that we, without special predilection, keep in continual intercourse with all, then we are bewildered by the perfect self-confidence of either party, and our judgement is neutralised in the most depressing manner.

Nature knows no indecencies; man invents them.

My songs, they say, are poisoned. How else, love, could it be? Thou hast, with deadly magic, Poured poison into me.