Born in throes, ‘t is fit that man should live in pains and die in pangs! So be it, then! - Herman Melville

For there is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men.

What we take to be our strongest tower of delight, only stands at the caprice of the minutest event — the falling of a leaf, the hearing of a voice, or the receipt of one little bit of paper scratched over with a few small characters by a sharpened feather.

Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins? Distinctly we see the difference of the colors, but where exactly does the one first blendingly enter into the other? So with sanity and insanity.