"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…"

"The Soul selects her own Society – Then – shuts the Door – To her divine Majority – Present no more –"

"The way to know a Rose is to smell it."

"I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to Heaven."

"They shut me up in Prose — As when a little Girl / They put me in the Closet — Because they liked me 'still' —"