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.
Get mad, then get over it.
Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.
When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.
My father was a mean, controlling and manipulative person for most of his life. He was unpredictable and unstable. As a result, the atmosphere of our home was super-charged with fear because you never knew if what you did would make him mad or not.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.
Insanity is hereditary; you get it from your children.
Sometimes the person who is the most logical is the person whom we call insane.
Am I mad, to see what others do not see, or are they mad who are responsible for all that I am seeing?
Being mad is even pleasant. But only a madman understands that.
The love of knowledge is a kind of madness.
They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold; and I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.
When the whole world is running towards a cliff, he who is running in the opposite direction appears to have lost his mind.
There is a place. Like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger! Some say to survive it: You need to be as mad as a hatter. Which luckily I am.
You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it.
Alice: This is impossible. The Mad Hatter: Only if you believe it is.
Not everyone is capable of madness; and of those lucky enough to be capable, not many have the courage for it.
'But I don't want to go among mad people,' said Alice. 'Oh, you can't help that,' said the cat. 'We're all mad here.'
Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.
Because the only people for me are the mad ones.
she’s mad, but she’s magic.
We're all mad here.
I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
America is an insane asylum run by the inmates.
Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool.
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