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 --

I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.

I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.

Expectation is contentment - Gain satiety.

I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.

You don't have to be a house to be haunted.

A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.