Charles Spurgeon Quotes

The first step towards madness is to think oneself wise.

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

When a man says that he is perfect already, there is only one of two places for him, and that is heaven or the lunatic asylum.

A people that has remained convinced of its greatness and invulnerability, that has chosen to believe such a myth in the face of all the evidence, is a people in the grip of a kind of sleep, or madness.

True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness.

I'm not conceited. Conceit is a fault and I have no faults.

No man is sane who does not know how to be insane on proper occasions.

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

Worse than madness. Sanity.

As for the demented, I hold it certain that all beings deprived of reason are thus afflicted only by the Devil.

I said to him, "Shall I tell you where the men are who believe most in themselves? For I can tell you. I know of men who believe in themselves more colossally than Napoleon or Caesar. I know where flames the fixed star of certainty and success. I can guide you to the thrones of the Super-men. The men who really believe in themselves are all in lunatic asylums.

Insanity is believing your hallucinations are real. Religion is believing that other peoples' hallucinations are real.

I have toyed with the idea of playing it straight. But, like I say, I really believe we are all out of our minds at some level.

Will, without reason, is a blind man's motion; will, against reason, is a madman's motion.

Like all mad men, I thought everyone was mad except myself.

The madman is the man who has lost everything except his reason.

Madness is consistent; which is more than can be said for poor reason. Whatever may be the ruling passion at the time continues equally so throughout the whole delirium, though it should last for life. Madmen are always constant in love; which no man in his senses ever was. Our passions and principles are steady in frenzy; but begin to shift and waver, as we return to reason.

What is wrong with us human beings, and has been wrong since time immemorial, is that without ever stating it in so many words, we believe that we have entered the realm of immortality. We behave as if we are never going to die - an infantile arrogance. But even more injurious than this sense of immortality is what comes with it : the sense that we can engulf this inconcievable universe with our minds.

The men who really believe in themselves are all in lunatic asylums.

We have now left Reason and Sanity Junction. Next stop, Looneyville.

I was recently asked what it takes to become a writer. Three things, I answered: first, one must cultivate incompetence at almost every other form of profitable work. This must be accompanied, second, by a haughty contempt for all the forms of work that one has established one cannot do. To these two must be joined, third, the nuttiness to believe that other people can be made to care about your opinions and views and be charmed by the way you state them. Incompetence, contempt, lunacy—once you have these in place, you are set to go.

Victor Hugo was a madman who thought he was Victor Hugo

The moment you believe your own crap and excuses, you fail.

Power always sincerely, conscientiously, de très bon foi, believes itself right. Power always thinks it has a great soul and vast views, beyond the comprehension of the weak.