There is always a madness in love. There is however also always a reason in madness. – Friedrich Nietzsche (1844–1900), “Of Reading and Writing,” Thus Spake Zarathus
[I]t is not health, it is convalescence that is poetical. Just as certain plants only yield all their fragrance to the fingers that crush them, so it is only in a state of suffering that certain affections utter all their poetry. – Alexandre Vinet (1797–1847)
My focus as part of the leadership is to keep talking about the independent voters, independent voters – how do we get the independent voters back? – Henry Cuellar
