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Some deemed him wondrous wise, and some believed him mad.
It is the same each time with progress. First they ignore you, then they say you are mad, then dangerous, then there's a pause, and then you can't find anyone who disagrees.
I said of laughter, It is mad: and of mirth,What doeth it?
Paul, thou art beside thyself; much learning doth make thee mad.
We loved, sirused to meet: How sad and bad and mad it was But then, how it was sweet!
All poets are mad.
If you fear making anyone mad, then you ultimately probe for the lowest common denominator of human achievement.
Randolph and the Mahdi have occupied my thoughts about equally. The Mahdi pretends to be half mad, but is very sane in reality. Randolph occupies exactly the converse position.
For the great Gaels of Ireland Are the men that God made mad, For all their wars are merry, And all their songs are sad.
Mad about the boy, It's pretty funny but I'm mad about the boy. He has a gayappeal That makes me feel There may be something sad about the boy.
Filled with her love, may I be rather grown Mad with much heart than idiot with none.
My heart's so full of joy, That I shall do some wild extravagance Of love in public; and the foolish world, Which knows not tenderness, will think me mad.
There is a pleasure sure, In being mad, that none but madmen know!
Doeg, though without knowing how or why, Made still a blund'ring kind of melody; Spurred boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin, Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in; Free from all meaning, whether good or bad, And in one word, heroically mad.
At first you may think I'm as mad as a hatter When I tell you a cat must have.
Oh! he is mad is he? Then I hope he will bite some of my other generals.
There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu, There's a little marble cross below the town, There'sa broken-heartedwomantendsthegrave of Mad Carew, And theYellow God forever gazes down.
Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurled Anywhere, anywhere, Out of the world!
I inherited a vile melancholy from my father, which has made me mad all my life, at least not sober.
'Tis true, I'm broke! Vows, oaths, and all I had Of credit lost. And I am now run mad, Or do upon my self some desperate ill; This sadness makes no approaches, but to kill.
Don't get mad, get even.
But then they danced down the street like dingle- dodies, and Ishambled afteras I've beendoing all my life after people who interest me, because 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 and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'
Every one is more or less mad on one point.
Mad, bad, and dangerous to know.
It occurred to her that she wasgoing mad Yet it did not seem to her that she was even slightly mad; but rather that people who were not as obsessed as she was with the inchoate world mirrored in the newspapers were all out of touch with an awful necessity.
O bom era ter uma intelige" ncia e na o entender. Era uma be" n c° a o estranha como a de ter loucura sem ser doida. Era um desinteresse manso em rela c° a o a' s coisas ditas do intelecto, uma do c° ura de estupidez. What was good was to have intelligence and yet not understand. It was a strange blessing like experiencing madness without being mad. It was a gentle lack of interest with respect to the so-called things of the intellect, a sweet stupidity.
I must be mad, or very tired, When the curve of a blue bay beyond a railroad track Is shrill and sweet to me like the sudden springing of a tune, And the sight of a white church above thin trees in a city square Amazes my eyes as though it were the Parthenon.
If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursed lot.
I shall run mad with joy.
And he, whose fustian's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad.
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
Listentothemmoan, butthosepeoplewill be going mad if we beat West Germany by a goal in the World Cup Final.
Dear Madam,You are stark mad, and therefore the fitter for me to love; and that is the reason I think I can never leave to beYour humble servant.
Ithink for my part one half of the nation ismadand the other not very sound.
The Labour Party's election programmeis the most fantastic and impracticable programme ever put before the electors. This is not socialism. It is bolshevism run mad.
Well, maybe like Casy says, a fellowain't got a soul of his own, but on'ya piece of a big onean then Then it don'matter. Then I'll be all aroun' in the dark. I'll be everywherewherever you look.Wherever they's a fight so hungry people can eat, I'll be there.Wherever they's a cop beatin'up aguy,I'll bethere.If Casyknowed, why,I'll be inthewayguysyell whenthey'remad an'I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry an'they know supper's ready. An' when our folks eat the stuff they raise an' live in the houses they buildwhy, I'll be there. See?
Though they go mad they shall be sane Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.
Men will always be mad, and those who think they can cure them are the maddest of all.
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