The brilliance, the versatility of madness is akin to the resourcefulness of water seeping through, over and around a dike. It requires the united front of many people to work against it.
That what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses?
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
Sanity is the one unbelievable bore. One must be mad – deliciously mad – perverted – slightly twisted – then one sees life from a new and entrancing angle.
Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint!
Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one.
Patience is the mother of all virtues. And the godmother of madness.
Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises.
O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! Keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
Much madness is divinest Sense – To a discerning Eye – Much Sense – the starkest Madness – ‘Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail – Assent, and you are sane – Demur – you’re straightway dangerous – And handled with a Chain –
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.[Also known as:]Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
Madness that is so nearly allied to genius can know no cure in this world.[Une folie qui touche au génie de si près doit être incurable en ce monde.]
