Suggested by @acaseforbooks

“Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one.”

Suggested by @TomJamesBrook

AS kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme;

As tumbled over rim in roundy wells

Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s

Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;

Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:

Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;

Selves—goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,

Crying Whát I do is me: for that I came.

– Gerard Manley Hopkins, As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme