Much Madness is divinest Sense – To a discerning Eye – Much Sense – the starkest Madness.
Emily Dickinson Quotes
The brain is wider than the sky; For put them side by side The one the other will contain with ease – And you beside.
There is no Frigate like a Book, To take us Lands away, Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry. This traverse may be the poorest take without oppress of toil; How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.
He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings, Was but a book. What liberty A loosened Spirit Brings.
Unto my books so good to turn Far ends of tired days; It half endears the abstinence, And pain is missed in praise.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
Anger as soon as fed is dead – ‘Tis starving that makes it fat.
We’d never know how high we are, till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our statures touch the sky.
How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog.
