Madness Quotes

Sanity is a madness put to good uses; waking life is a dream controlled.

GEORGE SANTAYANA

Courage is the most beautiful kind of madness.

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Optimism is the madness of insisting that all is well when we are miserable.

Voltaire

Government is either organized benevolence or organized madness; its peculiar magnitude permits no shading.

John Updike

Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.

Alexander Pope

Rum, n. Generically, fiery liquors that produce madness in total abstainers.

Ambrose Bierce

Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.

Edgar Allan Poe

The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.

Christopher Morley

The extreme limit of wisdom, that's what the public calls madness.

Jean Cocteau

The genius which runs to madness is no longer genius.

Otto Weininger

A lover is never a completely self-reliant person viewing the world through his own eyes, but a hostage to a certain delusion. He becomes a perjurer, all his thoughts and emotions being directed with reference, not to an accurate and just appraisal of the real world but rather to the safety and exaltation of his loved one, and the madness with which he pursues her, transmogrifying his attention, blinds him like a victim.

Alexander Theroux

Emotion turning back on itself, and not leading on to thought or action, is the element of madness.

John Sterling

Love is not getting, but giving. Not a wild dream of pleasure and a madness of desire, oh, no, love is not that! It is goodness and honour and peace and pure living Yes, love is that and it is the best thing in the world and the thing that lives the longest.

Henry Van Dyke

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

William Shakespeare

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

William Shakespeare
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