C. S. Lewis Quotes

Men are so necessarily mad, that not to be mad would amount to another form of madness.

Men are mad most of their lives; few live sane, fewer die so. The acts of people are baffling unless we realize that their wits are disordered. Man is driven to justice by his lunacy.

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

When you are insane, you are busy being insane - all the time.

Possibly he knew, as he wrote this, that he was mad - because inside every madman sits a little sane man saying 'You're mad, you're mad.'

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

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

I'll say it loud and say it proud. I'm completely insane.

The human race consists of the dangerously insane and such as are not.

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

I'm a lunatic.

If you went crazy, would you know it?

Revelation is where all crazy people end up. It's the last stop on the nutso express.

If I thought the Lord was speaking to me I'd check myself into Bellevue, and I think you should too.

Oh! thou who are greatly mad, deign to spare me who am less mad.

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

Insanity is catching.

Plenty of crazy people in New York. There are so many crazy people here, I think it's like one out of every one person is completely out of their mind.

How crazy craziness makes everyone, how irrationally afraid. The madness hidden in each of us, called to, identified, aroused like a lust. And against that the jaw sets. The more I fear my own insanity the more I must punish yours.

Slipping into madness is good for the sake of comparison

The only reason I remembered this play was because it had a mad person in it, and everything I had ever read about mad people stuck in my mind, while everything else flew out.

How clear the realization one is going mad -- the mind has a silence, nothing happens in the physique, urine gathers in your loins, your ribs contract.

You see all of us go through the same doubts. We are afraid of being mad; unfortunately for us, of course, all of us are already mad.

A great many men are mad, and no one knows it. They do not know it themselves

The different sorts of madness are innumerable.