madness

All they see is madness. It__ the same with the other men. They see my situation, not me.

A great many men are mad, and no one knows it. They do not know it themselves

O God, I love you to the edge of madness, Venetia, but I'm not mad yet--not so mad that I don't know how disastrous it might be to you--to us both! You don't realize what an advantage I should be taking of your innocence!

You people would convict a grilled cheese sandwich of murder and the people wouldn__ question it.

I will put warm woolen socks on the feet of the people in the other world; but I dream and cannot wake, and I am cast over the cliff and hang there by two fingers that are danced and trampled on by the giant unreality.

In a mad world, only the mad are sane.

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.

No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.

First sign of madness, talking to your own head.

Sanity is a madness put to good uses.

If I am mad, it is mercy! May the gods pity the man who in his callousness can remain sane to the hideous end!

And how do you know that you're mad? "To begin with," said the Cat, "a dog's not mad. You grant that?" I suppose so, said Alice. "Well then," the Cat went on, "you see a dog growls when it's angry, and wags it's tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.

Mad Hatter: __hy is a raven like a writing-desk?___ave you guessed the riddle yet?_ the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.__o, I give it up,_ Alice replied: __hat__ the answer?___ haven__ the slightest idea,_ said the Hatter

Our existence comes with Death. And it comes with suffering, death alone is not enough and pleasure have consequences. wicked and fucked. love comes with hurting. And having means losing.

There is something maddening about mediocrity that calls forth the worst in those who are forced to deal with it.

Oh, you are mad!" she exclaimed, quite out of patience."Possibly. But I like my madness.

All scholars are a bit mad. All obsessions are dangerous.