insanity

The human race will last. Everywhere and forever, for it will never be sane and only insanity is divine. Only the mad destroy themselves and all they have wrought.And only the phoenix lives forever.

I am insane, does that surprise you? Ha! I think my mind is crumbling, just like crackers. If I had written five minutes earlier I would have wept, if I had written ten minutes earlier I would have told you to leave me alone, if I wait any longer I won__ write at all.

When your madness is creative and necessary, people will not notice the fact that you are crazy.

If what you create seems to turn out much stranger than who you are as a person, it's probably because your heart is talking.

A narrow hallway is all that separates rational from irrational, creativity from insanity, and intelligence from stupidity.

Being able to embrace contradictions is a sign of intelligence.Or insanity.

Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence_ whether much that is glorious_ whether all that is profound_ does not spring from disease of thought_ from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.

Absurdity is the ecstasy of intellectualism.

Sanity is not about confrontation. It's about filtering. Having a stable and happy life is about saying "no" to crazy people, not about inviting them in and then hoping that confrontations are going to make them sane.

I loved it when my heart beat quickly and erratically. Yet I found this performance, which was deeply poetic, more enjoyable.

Was I insane? Maybe. But then, there were many different kinds of insanity. Aunt Rose had always taken for granted that the whole world was in a state of constantly fluctuating madness, and that a neurosis was not an illness, but a fact of life, like pimples. Some have more, some have less, but only truly abnormal people have none at all. This commonsense philosophy had consoled me many times before, and it did now, too.

This place has only three exits, sir: Madness, and Death.

They say this soul hunting will cost me my sanity,i say i'd go insane if i stop.

Insatiable is my desire for you, Insane is my love you,Limitless are my boundaries for you, True are my feelings for you,Wildest are my imaginations for you, Intense is my passion for you,Soul is my offering for you, Commitment is my promise to you,

Whenever I think of something but can't think of what it was I was thinking of, I can't stop thinking until I think I'm thinking of it again. I think I think too much.

To deny the battle is unwise. To believe that I can fight it without God is insane. To actually do so is suicidal. No wonder so many of us walk around looking like death warmed over.

I am sitting with a philosopher in the garden; he says again and again 'I know that that__ a tree', pointing to a tree that is near us. Someone else arrives and hears this, and I tell him: 'This fellow isn__ insane. We are only doing philosophy.

Madness is something rare in individuals _ but in groups, parties, peoples, and ages, it is the rule.