Come, let’s be calm: no one incapable of restraint was ever a writer.

Gustave Flaubert
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When the poet John Keats said, “Come, let’s be calm: no one incapable of restraint was ever a writer,” he was pointing out that it takes a lot of patience to write a book or a play. It takes a lot of discipline to sit in front of a blank sheet of paper without feeling the urge to start typing. While most people can understand what he meant, sometimes it’s hard to comprehend how hard it is for writers to complete their work.

Source: Flaubert In Egypt: A Sensibility On Tour

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