“And haven't I told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses.”

“And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses?”

“And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.”

“That which you mistake for madness is but an overacuteness of the senses.”

“I’m not mad. I already told you that. We all have mistakes in our past...and our future. It’s a fact of life.”

“I do not believe in sitting on a problem. Because the longer you sit on that thing, the longer it'll irritate you. If you're keeping it to yourself, there's nothing the guy you're mad at can do to fix it, either, because you haven't told him why you're mad.”