We all go a little mad sometimes.

Get mad, then get over it.

He was going mad and knew it

Gone mad is what they say, and sometimes Run mad, as if mad is a different direction, like west; as if mad is a different house you could step into, or a separate country entirely. But when you go mad you don't go any other place, you stay where you are. And somebody else comes in.

Whom God would destroy, he first makes mad.

A phenomenon that might seem only backwards or silly when expressed at a social level becomes madness at the individual level.

The one thet fust gits mad 's 'most ollers wrong.

When you're on the verge of going insane, raving mad, you're about to become either a psychotic or a mystic.

Madness breeds madness.

I ask this one thing: let me go mad in my own way.

"We all go a little mad sometimes"
Norman Bates

And suddenly I had an inkling of what it must feel like to be mad.

Oh, I agree he went mad in the end. It is the only explanation. Something must have snapped in that fine brain, and he saw the little bit more which we call madness. Thank God, you and I are prosaic fellows...

It's an absurdity. An Alpha-decanted, Alpha-conditioned man would go mad if he had to do Epsilon Semi-moron work - go mad, or start smashing things up.