Mathematics is a dangerous profession; an appreciable proportion of us go mad.
How sad it is when a luxurious imagination is obliged in self defense to deaden its delicacy in vulgarity, and riot in things attainable that it may not have leisure to go mad after things that are not.
But for what purpose was the earth formed?" asked Candide. "To drive us mad," replied Martin.
She's an old lady and she's ill. You just hold your head high and be a gentleman. Whatever she says to you, it's your job not to let her make you mad.
I don't think you ever know in yourself whether you have gone mad. You exist in a bubble. There comes a point where you suddenly feel not really a part of the world, you're just passing through.
If I wasn't an actor, I think I'd have gone mad. You have to have extra voltage, some extra temperament to reach certain heights.
Men will always be mad, and those who think they can cure them are the maddest of all.
There is less harm to be suffered in being mad among madmen than in being sane all by oneself.
The idea that the curtain rises on what is often more or less a happy scene, and it will fall just a few hours later, and everyone will be dead or have gone mad. . . I find that kind of narrative very appealing.
I have this lock of hair that keeps falling across my forehead. It drives me mad.
The stress of grad school can drive anyone temporarily mad.
How mad it is to summon grim death by means of war!
Americans get mad as hell with reasonable frequency but quickly return to their families and sitcoms.
We humans have always needed rituals to draw like curtains over the chasms of the unknown. Without them we go mad, I think.
We will try to honor David Letterman achievement by doing the best show we can. And occasionally making the network very mad at us.
It's hard to judge yourself. Each Essence cover represents a different special moment in my life. One is about keeping it sexy in my 40s, so I'm not mad about that either.
Somewhere where people aren't so mad would be nice, but I don't know if there is anywhere like that.
I love you because you're a child and you're scared. ' You're going to hurt me in the end. You're quite mad.
A thief running away like mad from a ferocious watch-dog may be a splendid example of Zen.
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.