He never went mad in your sense. My dear fellow, you're very much wrong if you think there was anything pathological about him — then. The man was brilliantly sane. His mind was as keen as a keen sword. I couldn't understand him, but I could judge of his sanity right enough.

He was simply not a “hero”, which is to say, he did not let his relationship with the man be determined by the woman.

He did not profess to anybody how to reach others without professing.

He was not immoral, but merely unmoral.

He certainly didn’t feel insane, he reflected—but then did any lunatic, ever?

Man denkt sich nicht mit der psychischen Brechstange in jemanden hinein.

Note that we are not asked to condemn this being with the mad heart, this being with whom there is some­ thing constitutionally wrong.

It was not that he was unintelligent. It was just that he was not emotionally able to comprehend democracy.

I cannot take credit for the fact that I do not have the soul of a psychopath.

He wasn't involved with a race that could build a thing it had to escape from.

I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity.

He was not so anxious to prove himself right, as to be so.

She was not a person who would allow the system to dictate her life.

I am far from being such a Judge as shall lay any intolerable yoke upon any one's neck.