“A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.”

“Much Madness Is Divinest SenseMuch Madness is divinest Sense —To a discerning Eye —Much Sense — the starkest Madness —'Tis the MajorityIn this, as All, prevail —Assent — and you are sane —Demur — you're straightway dangerous —And handled with a Chain —”

“Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye....”

“The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.”

“We never know how high we areTill we are called to rise;And then, if we are true to plan,Our statures touch the skies.The heroism we reciteWould be a daily thing,Did not ourselves the cubits warpFor fear to be a king.”

“To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.”

“Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.”