Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.
Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.
Nothing is the force that renovates the World.
Wonder is not precisely knowing.
I am one of the lingering bad ones, and so do I slink away, and pause, and ponder, and ponder, and pause, and do work without knowing why - not surely for this brief world, and more sure it is not for heaven - and I ask what this message of Christ means.
The Truth never flaunted a sign.