We can go mad whenever we like. We can leave our minds behind and play in the garden at night. The gate is always open. And the moon is always bright.

Sanity is a madness put to good uses.

Our occasional madness is less wonderful than our occasional sanity

Worse than madness. Sanity.

Sometimes, to regain sanity, one had to acknowledge and embrace the madness.

I sometimes wonder if I am mad, but then I wonder what it means to be mad. I mean, can you truly say you can define madness? Or is it just a fabricated disease for those who are too "abnormal" for the "normal".