It is the mark of a great man that he puts to flight all ordinary calculations. He is at once sublime and touching, childlike and of the race of giants.
That all men are equal is a proposition to which, at ordinary times, no sane human being has ever given his assent.
By itself, just to draw crazy creatures has limited appeal – if I had to give up one thing, it would be the wild imagination. When the work becomes too detached from ordinary life, it starts to fall apart. Fantasy needs to have some connection with reality, or it becomes of its own interest only, insular.
