A Quote by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

To be sane in a world of madman is in itself madness. — © Jean-Jacques Rousseau
To be sane in a world of madman is in itself madness.
If I am mad, then who on the face of the earth is sane? If you are sane, then there is no madman in the world.
There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.
There is also a third kind of madness, which is possession by the Muses, enters into a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyric... But he, who, not being inspired and having no touch of madness in his soul, comes to the door and thinks he will get into the temple by the help of art - he, I say, and his poetry are not admitted; the sane man is nowhere at all when he enters into rivalry with the madman.
If a man comes to the door of poetry untouched by the madness of the Muses, believing that technique alone will make him a good poet, he and his sane compositions never reach perfection, but are utterly eclipsed by the performances of the inspired madman.
Inside every sane person there's a madman struggling to get out," said the shopkeeper. "That's what I've always thought. No one goes mad quicker than a totally sane person.
Madness is tonic and invigorating. It makes the sane more sane. The only ones who are unable to profit by it are the insane.
Let the mad find wisdom in their madness for the sane, and let the sane be grateful.
In a completely sane world, madness is the only freedom.
I think the big danger of madness is not madness itself, but the habit of madness. What I discovered during the time I spent in the asylum is that I could choose madness and spend my whole life without working, doing nothing, pretending to be mad. It was a very strong temptation.
The logic of a madman is a sane man's confusion.
We are in the dark places of the earth," said Madman. "Where all the ancient and most dangerous secrets are kept. There are Old Things down here, sleeping all around us, in the earth and in the living rock, and in the spaces between spaces. Keep your voices down. Some of these old creatures sleep but lightly, and even their dreams can have force and substance in our limited world. We have come among forgotten gods and sleeping devils, from the days before the world settled down and declared itself sane.
What frightens us most in a madman is his sane conversation.
Inside every sane person there’s a madman struggling to get out.
Wherever the choice has had to be made between the man of reason and the madman, the world has unhesitatingly followed the madman.
When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket.
Much Madness is divinest Sense -- To a discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- the starkest Madness -- 'Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -- Assent -- and you are sane -- Demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- And handled with a Chain --
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