Maxioms by Emily Dickinson
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
"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- .
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.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
