“He knew that Hop-Frog was not fond of wine; for it excited the poor cripple almost to madness; and madness is no comfortable feeling.”
“Possibly he knew, as he wrote this, that he was mad - because inside every madman sits a little sane man saying 'You're mad, you're mad”
“How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!”
“The Mad Hatter: "Would you like some wine?"Alice: "Yes..."The Mad Hatter: "We haven't any and you're too young.”
“where madness and charm coexist, wine is never far away.”
“Sometimes I feel sure he is as mad as a hatter and then, just as he is at his maddest, I find there is a method in his madness.”