“He is mad.I am mad too, with an inward curtain-like madness. A pall.There is no illumination.”
“Madness, and then illumination.”
“I am mad, I think. I am mad therefore I think. I am mad therefore I think I am.”
“In an age of madness, to expect to be untouched by madness is a form of madness. But the pursuit of sanity can be a form of madness, too”
“I am mad - but I choose this madness.”
“Thy shrunk voice sounds too calmly, sanely woeful to me. In no Paradise myself, I am impatient of all misery in others that is not mad. Thou should’st go mad, blacksmith; say, why dost thou not go mad? How can’st thou endure without being mad? Do the heavens yet hate thee, that thou can’st not go mad?”