Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority In this, as all, prevails. Assent, and you ar… - Emily Dickinson

I have written you a great many letters since you left me — not the kind of letters that go in post-offices — and ride in mail-bags — but queer — little silent ones — very full of affection — and full of confidence — but wanting in proof to you — therefore not valid — somehow you will not answer them — and you would paper, and ink letters — I will try one of those — tho' not half so precious as the other kind. I have written those at night — when the rest of the world were at sleep — when only God came between us — and no one else might hear.

Elysium is as far as to
The very nearest Room
If in that Room a Friend await
Felicity or doom.

What fortitude the soul contains
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming foot,
The opening of a door?

Si pudiera impedir que un corazón se rompa no habré vivido en vano. Si pudiera calmar el dolor de una vida, o hacer más llevadera una tristeza. o ayudar a algún débil petirrojo a que vuelva a su nido, no habré vivido en vano.