Quotes About Madness

My father told me that it is only a mad man that keeps bushy hairs. I asked him, "what about the great men with bushy hairs?". He replied, "education had made them mad, so study to be wise and sane.

Madness is blackness.

For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

If I sit in the same square room and work on something too long, I feel like you just go mad.

I like playing someone with a certain stability at the periphery of the madness.

I would like to write a Book which would drive men mad, which would be like an open door leading them where they would never have consented to go, in short, a door that opens onto reality.

It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.

The men who really believe in themselves are all in lunatic asylums.

A man kept his character even when he was insane.

In London there is a man who screams when the church bells ring.

Provided a man is not mad, he can be cured of every folly but vanity.

Wise men mingle mirth with their cares, as a help either to forget or overcome them; but to resort to intoxication for the ease of one's mind is to cure melancholy by madness.

Only madmen and fools are pleased with themselves; no wise man is good enough for his own satisfaction.

The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I'll do my best. But you're right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.

I am surrounded by flatterers and fools. It can drive a man to madness,.. . Half of them don't dare tell me the truth, and the other half can't find it.

I had the pleasure of meeting that young man at the Patriarch's Ponds. He almost drove me mad myself, proving to me that I don't exist. But you do believe that it is really I?

It isn't the experience of today that drives men mad. It is the remorse for something that happened yesterday, and the dread of what tomorrow may disclose.

All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.

Mad is the man who is forever gritting his teeth against that granite block, complete and changeless, of the past.

Sanity is very rare; every man almost and every woman has a dash of madness.

Some men grow mad by studying much to know, But who grows mad by studying good to grow.

Men are so necessarily mad, that not to be mad would amount to another form of madness.

What is life if a man cannot count on his friends when he has gone mad?

Oppression makes wise men mad; but the distemper is still the madness of the wise, which is better than the sobriety of fools.