Sanity is madness put to good use.
It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
I don’t think you can rely on Iran. I don’t think you can rely on other radicals like the Taliban. They dispatched Al Qaida to bomb New York and Washington. What were they thinking? Were they that stupid? They weren’t stupid. There is an irrationality there, and there is madness in this method.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.
So long as man is protected by madness – he functions – and flourishes.
There is just so much hurt, disappointment, and oppression one can take… The line between reason and madness grows thinner.
We derive our vitality from our store of madness.
The madness of spring is so enticing. I love it when things are opening up and emerging from the ground. I also love the middle of summer when fruit is bursting forth, but I even love the garden in the winter when everything is resting.