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.


poem no. 435, c. 1862


Much madness is divinest sense— To a discerning eye— Much sense—the starkest madness— 'Tis the majority In this, as all, prevail—...

Much madness is divinest sense— To a discerning eye— Much sense—the starkest madness— 'Tis the majority In this, as all, prevail—...

Much madness is divinest sense— To a discerning eye— Much sense—the starkest madness— 'Tis the majority In this, as all, prevail—...

Much madness is divinest sense— To a discerning eye— Much sense—the starkest madness— 'Tis the majority In this, as all, prevail—...