Maxioms by 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 the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never read more
"Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never stops- at all- .
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate.
Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.
Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
Beauty is not caused. It is.