All they see is madness. It’s the same with the other men. They see my situation, not me.

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.

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".

Part of being sane, is being a little bit crazy.

Madness takes its toll. Please have exact change.

One is very crazy when in love.