We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.
Too long, the earth has been a madhouse!
The world is, for the most part, a collective madhouse, and practically everyone, however "normal" his facade, is faking sanity.
The soul is innocent and immortal, it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse.
Between incomprehensible and incoherent sits the madhouse. I am not in the madhouse.
Already all confusion. Things and imaginings. As of always. Confusion amounting to nothing. Despite precautions. If only she could be pure figment. Unalloyed. This old so dying woman. So dead. In the madhouse of the skull and nowhere else. Where no more precautions to be taken. No precautions possible. Cooped up there with the rest. Hovel and stones. The lot. And the eye. How simple all then. If only all could be pure figment. Neither be nor been nor by any shift to be. Gently gently. On. Careful.
A first visit to a madhouse is always a shock.
The thoughts written on the walls of madhouses by their inmates might be worth publicizing.
But whenever one meets modern thinkers (as one often does) progressing toward a madhouse, one always finds, on inquiry, that they have just had a splendid escape from another madhouse. Thus, hundreds of people become Socialists, not because they have tried Socialism and found it nice, but because they have tried Individualism and found it particularly nasty.
The world is so full of simpletons and madmen, that one need not seek them in a madhouse.
The whole of life has become an institution, a madhouse in which duties are to be fulfilled not love; in which you have to behave, not be spontaneous; in which a pattern has to be followed, not the overflow of life and energy. That's why the mind thinks and decides everything, because there is danger.
If you live with unhealthy people, to be healthy is dangerous. If you live with insane people, then to be sane is dangerous. If you live in a madhouse, even if you are not mad at least pretend that you are mad; otherwise those mad people will kill you.
If they [Plato and Aristotle] wrote about politics it was as if to lay down rules for a madhouse. And if they pretended to treat it as something really important it was because they knew that the madmen they were talking to believed themselves to be kings and emperors. They humored these beliefs in order to calm down their madness with as little harm as possible.
Dear Lord, what a madhouse the world is!
I run blindly through the madhouse ... And I cannot even pray ... For I have no God.
Have you ever thought that war is a madhouse and that everyone in the war is a patient?
Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.
I refuse to be. In the madhouse of the inhuman I refuse to live. With the wolves of the market place I refuse to howl.
I have a theory that Southern madhouses are full of gifted women who were stifled.
City is a madhouse! Don't stay there too much or you get mad! Go to the nature, to the Temple of the Clever!
Somewhere in this process you will come face-to-face with the sudden and shocking realization that you are completely crazy. Your mind is a shrieking gibbering madhouse on wheels barreling pell-mell down the hill utterly out of control and hopeless. No problem. You are not crazier than you were yesterday. It has always been this way and you just never noticed. You are also no crazier than everybody else around you. The only real difference is that you have confronted the situation they have not.
The road to creativity passes so close to the madhouse and often detours or ends there.
...There is a school of thought, a heresy from the madhouse of heresies in the ninth century, that says God is good and is in control of every individual thing that happens, every event, but that unfortunately the devil is in control of the timing.
No shepherd and one herd! Everybody wants the same, everybody is the same: whoever feels different goes voluntarily into a madhouse.
Every word wants to be taken literally, else it decays into a lie. But one mustn't take any word literally, else the world becomes a madhouse.
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