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

Sanity is a madness put to good uses.

Our occasional madness is less wonderful than our occasional sanity

Worse than madness. Sanity.

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.

Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.