Anger is a short madness.
Constant anger can cause illnesses like arthritis, heart disease, and cancer.
When a small child, I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong, happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment, but soon flits away.
Optimism is the madness of insisting that all is well when we are miserable.
Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.
Only those things are beautiful which are inspired by madness and written by reason.
Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.
Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
Wars spring from unseen and generally insignificant causes, the first outbreak being often but an explosion of anger.
The only difference between me and a madman is that I'm not mad.
Generating anger is like drinking poison and waiting for someone else to die.
People like eccentrics. Therefore they will leave me alone, saying that I am a mad clown.
Superstition is to religion what astrology is to astronomy the mad daughter of a wise mother. These daughters have too long dominated the earth.
Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes mad.
The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
I was a tiny bug. Now a mountain. I was left behind. Now honored at the head. You healed my wounded hunger and anger, and made me a poet who sings about joy.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.
Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.
Perhaps he was a bit different from other people, but what really sympathetic person is not a little mad?
Obsession is the wellspring of genius and madness.
If a man insisted always on being serious, and never allowed himself a bit of fun and relaxation, he would go mad or become unstable without knowing it.
There is only one difference between a madman and me. I am not mad.
Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.