Voltaire Quotes

A hallucination is a fact, not an error; what is erroneous is a judgment based upon it.

Madmen always think it's the others who are mad.

The problem with being nuts, she thought, is that you don't always feel as if you're nuts. Sometimes, in fact, you feel perfectly sane, and there just happens to be a trailer-shaped dragon crouching in the lot next door.

Sometimes the person who is the most logical is the person whom we call insane.

I don't think you ever know in yourself whether you have gone mad.

The only difference between me and a madman is that I'm not mad.

There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.

Of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong

I can only presume that you have gone out of your mind.

It's scary, the way your mind can overpower what is real and what is right.

I know I am delusional at times, but I'm not completely-out-of-touch delusional.

If you argue with a madman, it is extremely probable that you will get the worst of it; for in many ways his mind moves all the quicker for not being delayed by the things that go with good judgment.

Worse than madness. Sanity.

Against a diseased imagination demonstration goes for nothing.

Insanity makes the rivers flow.

Oh yes! The one man in the world who never believes he's mad is the madman.

Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.

Insanity is just a state of mind.

When you are insane, you are busy being insane-all the time ... when I was crazy, that was all I was.

The thing about crazy people; they don't know they are crazy, that's what make them crazy.

Delusional people tend to believe in what they're doing.

Even if one understands that what one is doing is mad, it is indeed still madness -

Madness, as I understood it from books, meant a person who was open to the high white whine of everything.

Not crazy in a 'let's paint the kitchen bright red!' sort of way. But crazy in a 'gas oven, toothpaste sandwich, I am God' sort of way. Gone were the days when she would stand on the deck lighting lemon-scented candles without then having to eat the wax.p28

There is only one difference between a madman and me. I am not mad.