Worse than madness. Sanity.

We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.

Sanity is a madness put to good uses.

Our occasional madness is less wonderful than our occasional sanity

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

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.