El para siempre está hecho de muchos «ahoras. - Emily Dickinson

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense

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 —

…it perished with beautiful reluctance, like an evening star —

Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir, — A presence of departed acts
At window and at door.

Its past set down before the soul,
And lighted with a match,
Perusal to facilitate
Of its condensed despatch.

Remorse is cureless, — the disease
Not even God can heal;
For ’t is His institution, — The complement of hell.