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Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is soordinary that the whippers are in love too.
Time and I have quarrelled. All hours are midnight now. I had a clock and a watch, but I destroyed them both. I could not bear the way they mocked me.
Doubt … is an illness that comes from knowledge and leads to madness.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!
We are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter