90% of the fights you fight in your life will be against yourself.

"My thoughts were so loud, I couldn't hear my mouth" - Modest Mouse

Frost

"The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom. The figure is the same as for love. No one can really hold that the ecstasy should be static and stand still in one place. It begins in delight, it inclines to the impulse, it assumes direction with the first line laid down, it runs a course of lucky events, and ends in clarification of life-not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion."