I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.
And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.
Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.
And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but overacuteness of the senses?
I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things.
He knew that Hop-Frog was not fond of wine; for it excited the poor cripple almost to madness; and madness is no comfortable feeling.
And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot.
Follow AzQuotes on Facebook, Twitter and Google+. Every day we present the best quotes! Improve yourself, find your inspiration, share with friends
or simply: