One can say a good deal in favour of the rules, roughly what one can say in favour of civil society. A person shaping himself after the rules will never produce anything that is tasteless or bad, just as a man who lets himself be formed by the law and by decorum will never be an intolerable neighbour or a remarkable miscreant; but say what you like, all rules destroy the true feeling of Nature and the true expression of Nature. You’ll tell me that is too severe! Rules do no more than moderate, they prune the rampant vine, etc., etc. My dear friend, let me tell you what it is like. It is like love. A young man is heart and soul attached to a girl, spends every hour of the day with her, expends all his energies, all he owns, in demonstrating every minute that he is utterly hers. Then along comes a philistine, holder of some public office, and says to him, “My dear young man, loving is human but you must love as a human being should. Divide up your hours, some for work, and those for recreation give to your girl. Calculate your assets, and having covered your needs by all means draw on what’s left to make her a present every now and then (only not too often), on her birthday or her name-day, for example.” - If the lover does as he’s told he’ll become a useful young man and I myself would recommend any prince to appoint him to one board or another. But that’s the end of his love and, if he’s an artist, of his art. My friends, I ask you, why does the river of genius so seldom burst its banks, so seldom surge high and roar upon you and shake and astonish your souls?
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The sorrows of young Werther