“I am madness maddened! That wild madness that's only calm to comprehend itself”

“Thy shrunk voice sounds too calmly, sanely woeful to me. In no Paradise myself, I am impatient of all misery in others that is not mad. Thou should’st go mad, blacksmith; say, why dost thou not go mad? How can’st thou endure without being mad? Do the heavens yet hate thee, that thou can’st not go mad?”

“Is he mad?”

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

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

“There is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of man.”

“Is he mad? Anyway there's something on his mind, as sure as there must be something on a deck when it cracks.”