Much Madness is divinest Sense -- To a discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- the starkest Madness -- 'Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -- Assent -- and you are sane -- Demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- And handled with a Chain --

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - .

... I have no letter from the dead, yet daily love them more.

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

Sunrise: day's great progenitor.

What shall we do my darling, when trial grows more, and more, when the dim, lone light expires, and it's dark, so very dark, and we wander, and know not where, and cannot get out of the forest - whose is the hand to help us, and to lead, and forever guide us? ... Where do you think I've strayed and from what new errand returned. I have come from to and fro, and walking up and down the same place that Satan hailed from when God asked where he'd been.