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 – And handled with a Chain –
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again.
I am not mad: I would to God I were, for then ’tis like I should forget myself.
Every man has a sane spot somewhere.
Did I do anything last night that suggested I was sane?