When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical may be madness. To surrender dreams, this may be madness ...Maddest of all is to see life as it is and not as it should be.

True courage lies in the middle, between cowardice and recklessness.

Valor lies just halfway between rashness and cowardice.

Mere flimflam stories, and nothing but shams and lies.

Here lies a gentleman bold Who was so very brave He went to lengths untold, And on the brink of the grave Death had on him no hold. By the world he set small store-- He frightened it to the core-- Yet somehow, by Fate's plan, Though he'd lived a crazy man, When he died he was sane once more.

When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?

True valor lies between cowardice and rashness.