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.
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.
Insanity is hereditary; you get it from your children.
Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.
When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.
Alice: This is impossible. The Mad Hatter: Only if you believe it is.
Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.
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.
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.
Am I mad, to see what others do not see, or are they mad who are responsible for all that I am seeing?
Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.
We're all mad here.
Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool.
Because the only people for me are the mad ones.
I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret... All the best people are!
A pessimist is one who builds dungeons in the air.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
Why is a raven like a writing desk? - Mad Hatter I haven't the slightest idea. - Alice
Superstition is to religion what astrology is to astronomy the mad daughter of a wise mother. These daughters have too long dominated the earth.
Do not think me mad. It is not to make money that I believe a Christian should live. The noblest thing a man can do is, just humbly to receive, and then go amongst others and give.
she’s mad, but she’s magic.
You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it.
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