Can one man's madness be another's real life?

Love I must forego. I am not a man with an income.

Love is never enough. Madness is enough. It is complete, sufficient unto itself. You can only stand outside it as a woman might stand outside a prison in which her lover is locked up. From time to time, a well-loved face will peer out and love floods back. A scrap of cloth flutters and it becomes a sign and a code and a message and all that you want it to be. Then it vanishes and you are outside the dark tower again.

He stood up straight and looked the world squarely in the fields and hills. To add weight to his words he stuck the rabbit bone in his hair. He spread his arm out wide. "I will go mad!" he annouced.

To put meaning in one's life may end in madness,But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire--It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.

Sometimes accidents happen in life from which we have need of a little madness to extricate ourselves successfully