Emily Dickinson — "Publication – is the Auction Of the Mind of Man – Poverty – be justifying For so…"

"The brain is wider than the sky."

"After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before?"

"Forever – is composed of Nows – 'Tis not a different time – Except for Infiniteness – And Latitude of Home –"

"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 Heart asks Pleasure – first – And then – Excuse from Pain – And then – the little Toil of Love – And then – an eager Vain –"