The government taxes you when you bring home a paycheck. It taxes you when you make a phone call. It taxes you when you turn on a light. It taxes you when you sell a stock. It taxes you when you fill your car with gas. It taxes you when you ride a plane. It taxes you when you get married. Then it taxes you when you die. This is taxual insanity and it must end.

Bunch together a group of people deliberately chosen for strong religious feelings, and you have a practical guarantee of dark morbidities expressed in crime, perversion, and insanity.

Our brains deliberately make us forget things, to prevent insanity.

Our brains deliberately make us forget things, to prevent insanity.

In individuals, insanity is rare; but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.” [Letter to Max Brod, July 5, 1922]

What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us his?

How slim the line is between genius and insanity and between determination and stubbornness.

Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.

The center of every man’s existence is a dream. Death, disease, insanity, are merely material accidents, like toothache or a twisted ankle. That these brutal forces always besiege and often capture the citadel does not prove that they are the citadel.

The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.

Insanity is being shit on, beat down, coasting through life in a miserable existence when you have a caged lion locked inside and a key to release it.