Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.

You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.

The hearts that never lean must fall.

I tasted life.

Here is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum; Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come!

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,— This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience.