Quotes about madness

It is a constant wonder to me how crazy a sane person can get.

It gets tricky here, but it’s always seemed to be that sanity is, or can be, as relative as anything else. Sacrifice an animal to Zeus and predict the future from the formation of its entrails—do that as a general in ancient Greece hoping for victory in a coming battle and you’re prudent. Do it today and you’re a clinical paranoid and a mean one, too. Sanity, like customs and manners, seems to have a strong basis in the accepted standards of a particular time and place.

“Men are mad and gods are madder,” she told the grass, and the grass murmured its agreement.

Is it so far from madness to wisdom?

You were right, it’s one big open-air asylum. Virtue nodded solemnly and glanced back at the church. Yeah, but there’s a couple of saints mixed in with the crazies.

You’re ten pints of crazy in a one-pint glass.

I thought inside "I must really be crazy, now — because craziness is where everybody agrees about something — except you!" And yet I felt saner than I had ever felt, so I knew this was a new kind of craziness or perhaps a new kind of saneness.

They raise the question of whether I’ve been crazy, and am suddenly sane, or whether I’ve been sane up to now, and have suddenly gone crazy.

In the country of the mad, the sane man is crazy.

The mad can make their own laws.

And yet to be without hope is almost to be without sanity.

Who's the mental one here? Is it me, or everyone else?