Maxioms by Emily Dickinson
I must go in, the fog is rising.
I must go in, the fog is rising.
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.
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate.
