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The woman is the reflection of her man. If you love her to the point of madness, she will become it

The world has always gone through periods of madness so as to advance a bit on the road to reason.

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom - one brief hour of madness and joy.

To be sane in a world of madman is in itself madness.

To expect an impossibility is madness.

To indulge it is to breed it. To punish it is to feed it. Madness knows no bridle but the knife.

True faith, by a mighty effort of the will, fixes its gaze on our Divine Helper, and there finds it possible and wise to lose its fears. It is madness to say, "I will not be afraid; "it is wisdom and peace to say, "I will trust and not be afraid.

Too much sanity may be madness!

To me avarice seems not so much a vice as a deplorable piece of madness.

To remember everything is a form of madness.

Watching people party is cool, but I don't love watching people get super-duper trashed and annoying. I feel protected behind my booth - away from the madness, but a part of it too.

t was almost disappointing because it seemed when stress and madness were eliminated from my daily life there wasn't much left you could depend on.

Two things are necessary for success in life; one is a sense of purpose and the other, a touch of madness.

We derive our vitality from our store of madness.

We make weapons now that, if we ever used them, would kill ourselves. How do you explode a weapon with so much radiation in it that it will wipe out an entire city and think that it's not going to blow over your own cities? We all breathe the same air. It's madness.

We seem to be committing ourselves to an eye wateringly expensive railroad for the few. High speed rail plan is madness.

We might describe our world as having retail sanity, but wholesale madness.

We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

We swung between madness and suicide ... it was beautiful!

What madness! Yet she would do it, if she could force herself. She'd become, she believed, a stronger person: a willful, resolute. Like the man who adored her, reckless.

What is constitutive is the action that divides madness, and not the science elaborated once this division is made.

We usually surprised everyone, and still do, as we keep the craziness onstage.

What I love most about this crazy life is the adventure of it.

What is sanity, after all, except the control of madness?

What madness is this, inviting sable Death by warfare? It always hovers close and comes unforeseen on silent steps.

What more than madness reigns, when one short sitting many hundreds drains.

What music appeals to in us it is difficult to know; what we do know is that music reaches a zone so deep that madness itself cannot penetrate there.

What people do for the struggle of power is madness.

When a man mistakes his thoughts for persons and things, he is mad.

What's your specialty? Oh, you know. Madness. Mayhem. Debauchery. And even with all that going for me, I can still make a mean mojito.

When Fashion hath once Established, what Folly or craft began, Custom makes it Sacred, and 'twill be thought impudence or madness, to contradict or question it.

When you complain, you make yourself a victim. Leave the situation, change the situation or accept it, all else is madness.

When my dad was young he shot marbles. When I was young I played Marble Madness on my Nintendo Entertainment System.

When one experiences truth, the madness of finding fault with others disappears.

When I came out to Hollywood, I discovered the perfect place for my creative madness - Cannon Pictures.

When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?

Where is the lightning to lick you with its tongue? Where is the madness with which you should be cleansed? Behold, I show you the Superman. He is this lightning, he is this madness.

Why do it, just because I can? That's kind of crazy.

With the truth so dull and depressing, the only working alternative is wild bursts of madness and filigree.

Why will God's creatures sin against his throne? Can there be such madness in beings gifted with reason's light?

You call it madness, but I call it love.

You can always find a distraction if you're looking for one.

Writers, especially poets, are particularly prone to madness.

You get that love from the people. It lets me know that all the madness I go through, all the stuff that the business has to offer with all its madness; it makes it worthwhile.

You can't be a proper writer without a touch of madness, can you?

You can't have a masterpiece without madness.

About his madmen Mr. Lecky was no more certain. He knew less than the little to be learned of the causes or even of the results of madness. Yet for practical purposes one can imagine all that is necessary. As long as maniacs walk like men, you must come close to them to penetrate so excellent a disguise. Once close, you have joined the true werewolf. Pick for your companion a manic-depressive, afflicted by any of the various degrees of mania - chronic, acute, delirious. Usually more man than wolf, he will be instructive. His disorder lies in the very process of his thinking, rather than in the content of his thought. He cannot wait a minute for the satisfaction of his fleeting desires or the fulfillment of his innumerable schemes. Nor can he, for two minutes, be certain of his intention or constant in any plan or agreement. Presently you may hear his failing made manifest in the crazy concatenation of his thinking aloud, which psychiatrists call "flight of ideas." Exhausted suddenly by this riotous expense of speech and spirit, he may subside in an apathy dangerous and morose, which you will be well advised not to disturb. Let the man you meet be, instead, a paretic. He has taken a secret departure from your world. He dwells amidst choicest, most dispendious superlatives. In his arm he has the strength to lift ten elephants. He is already two hundred years old. He is more than nine feet high; his chest is of iron, his right leg is silver, his incomparable head is one whole ruby. Husband of a thousand wives, he has begotten on them ten thousand children. Nothing is mean about him; his urine is white wine; his faeces are always soft gold. However, despite his splendor and his extraordinary attainments, he cannot successfully pronounce the words: electricity, Methodist Episcopal, organization, third cavalry brigade. Avoid them. Infuriated by your demonstration of any accomplishment not his, he may suddenly kill you. Now choose for your friend a paranoiac, and beware of the wolf! His back is to the wall, his implacable enemies are crowding on him. He gets no rest. He finds no starting hole to hide him. Ten times oftener than the Apostle, he has been, through the violence of the unswerving malice which pursues him, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils of his own countrymen, in perils by the heathen, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren, in weariness and painfulness, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness. Now that, face to face with him, you simulate innocence and come within his reach, what pity can you expect? You showed him none; he will certainly not show you any. Lighten our darkness, we beseech thee, 0 Lord; and by thy great mercy defend us from all the perils and dangers of this night; for the love of thy only Son, our Saviour, Jesus Christ. Amen. Mr. Lecky's maniacs lay in wait to slash a man's head half off, to perform some erotic atrocity of disembowelment on a woman. Here, they fed thoughtlessly on human flesh; there, wishing to play with him, they plucked the mangled Tybalt from his shroud. The beastly cunning of their approach, the fantastic capriciousness of their intention could not be very well met or provided for. In his makeshift fort everywhere encircled by darkness, Mr. Lecky did not care to meditate further on the subject.

You just have to trust your own madness.

You know us crazy kids. We'll do anything crazy to our hair.

Ah, brothers, this God which I created was human work and human madness, like all gods! He was human, and only a poor piece of man and Ego: this phantom came to me from my own fire and ashes, that is the truth! It did not come from the ‘beyond’!