“Tis a mad world (my masters) and in sadnes / I travail'd madly in these dayes of madnes.”

“Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer.”

“Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.”

“I heard the Master preach.
“Don’t be chained to love and suffering. Instead, cut the ties of love and you will rejoice in your heart.” So he said in a loud voice.The Master is quite a fool.
He does not know: true it hurts to be tied with love, but it will hurt more to cut the ties of love, it will hurt more than even death.
In the tight binding of love’s bonds lies their unbinding.Thus great liberation is to be had in the bonds themselves.
My love, I was afraid the rope of your love might be weak so I doubled the strands of my love for you.”

“My wife and I had an argument last week that was so stupid, it bears repeating. My wife collects twist ties. Welcome to my world.”

“I left mad behind a long time ago. The world it is the way it is. I can only fix my little piece of it”

“He's seeing my soul, my fears, my fragility, my inability to deal with a world which i pretend to master, but about which I know nothing”

“The mad rarely know that they are mad. It's the rest of the world, I think, that seems insane to them.”

“Who made the world I cannot tell;
'Tis made, and here am I in hell.
My hand, though now my knuckles bleed,
I never soiled with such a deed.”

“At the age of twenty six I am in the condition of an aged person — all my old friends are gone … & my heart fails when I think by how few ties I hold to the world….”