We all go a little mad sometimes.

I think perhaps all of us go a little crazy at times.

That's the secret of existence. We're all a little mad.

We are all born mad. Some remain so.

I think we're all a little bit crazy. But once we figure that out, we can start doing something about it.

I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.

Norman Bates will never die...

Sometimes it’s only madness that makes us what we are.

"All Mad"

'He is mad as a hare, poor fellow,
And should be in chains,' you say,
I haven't a doubt of your statement,
But who isn't mad, I pray?
Why, the world is a great asylum,
And the people are all insane,
Gone daft with pleasure or folly,
Or crazed with passion and pain.

The infant who shrieks at a shadow,
The child with his Santa Claus faith,
The woman who worships Dame Fashion,
Each man with his notions of death,
The miser who hoards up his earnings,
The spendthrift who wastes them too soon,
The scholar grown blind in his delving,
The lover who stares at the moon.

The poet who thinks life a paean,
The cynic who thinks it a fraud,
The youth who goes seeking for pleasure,
The preacher who dares talk of God,
All priests with their creeds and their croaking,
All doubters who dare to deny,
The gay who find aught to wake laughter,
The sad who find aught worth a sigh,
Whoever is downcast or solemn,
Whoever is gleeful and gay,
Are only the dupes of delusions — We are all of us — all of us mad.

We're all mad here. Im mad. You're mad

We of the craft are all crazy. Some are affected by gaiety, others by melancholy, but all are more or less touched.

Ah, ah, ahhh ... first one gets mad, then one goes mad

We're all not quite as sane as we pretend to be.

Our occasional madness is less wonderful than our occasional sanity.