Quotes About Madness

It's been said before: 'The sleep of reason produces monsters.

Does it seem that everything is extravagance in the world, or rather madness, when you watch the way things go? A crowd of rogues enjoy blessings they have won by sheer injustice, while more honest folks are miserable and die of hunger.

No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.

No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness.

Madness is badness of spirit, when one seeks profit from all sources.

Poetry demands a man with a special gift for it, or else one with a touch of madness in him.

Every great genius has an admixture of madness.

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

Most poets are mad. It doesn't qualify us for anything.

It's like Richard Petty always said, 'Racing isn't the job. That's where we get away from our job.' That's where we go out and have fun and get away from the madness. No one can bother you in there. There's no phones, no interviews - it's just you, driving.

We all find joy and radiance and a reason to move on even in the most dire of circumstances. Even in chaos and madness, there's still a beauty that comes from just the vibrancy of another human spirit.

I am like Howard Beale. When he came out of the rain and he was like, none of this makes any sense. I am that guy.

Me writing 'Black Rainbow' was me alone in a windowless room going insane.

The genius which runs to madness is no longer genius.

We have to understand that all geniuses have a crazy side to them.

I do have some very strange thoughts... Still, all geniuses are mad aren't they?

Read Don Quixote; it is a very good book; I still read it frequently.

Madness is rare in individuals - but in groups, political parties, nations, and eras it's the rule.

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.

Madness is the exception in individuals but the rule in groups.

A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.

True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness.

Those who hear not the music think the dancers mad.

Watch them clamber, these swift monkeys! They clamber over one another and thus drag one another into the mud and the depth. They all want to get to the throne: that is their madness — as if happiness sat on the throne. Often, mud sits on the throne — and often the throne also on mud. Mad they all appear to me, clambering monkeys and overardent. Foul smells their idol, the cold monster: foul, they smell to me altogether, these idolators.