Emily Dickinson

Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
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Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
'Tis the majority
In this, as all, prevails
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur,--you're straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.

Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.

Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.

Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.

Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.

Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
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Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.