Dickinson has the wondrous capacity to produce verse both so short in length, yet timeless in its wisdom. One could read this poem in a few moments, but spend an entire lifetime learning of its truth. Indeed, these lines contain insights which have held true throughout the centuries, and which are not going away any time soon.

Much Madness is divinest Sense

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 are sane;
Demur,—you’re straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.

Emily Dickinson