Emil Michel Cioran. Confession in a few words (№ 168174)

And prudence? This thing is quite the opposite. Sitting in us the prudence negates any of our impulses, this is an internal saboteur that weakens and paralyzes us, who monitors the madman inside in order to stop it, to denigrate, to defame. What then is inspiration? This is an immediate exit from itself, the inexplicable will to self-assertion or self-destruction.