He may be mad, but there's method in his madness. There nearly always is method in madness. It's what drives men mad, being methodical.

There nearly always is a method in madness.

Madness in method, that's genius

This way madness lies.

Sometimes I feel sure he is as mad as a hatter and then, just as he is at his maddest, I find there is a method in his madness.

There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.

A touch of madness is, I think, almost always necessary for constructing a destiny.

There is a madness that is better than wisdom.

Of course, 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 would argue that no approach to a text is without method — even what you would call literalism and what I call “vacuous literalism.” (In

If there must be madness, something may be said for having it on a heroic scale

I am madness maddened! That wild madness that's only calm to comprehend itself

Madness is somewhere between chaos and having a dream.

Be silent and listen: have you recognized your madness and do you admit it? Have you noticed that all your foundations are completely mired in madness? Do you not want to recognize your madness and welcome it in a friendly manner? You wanted to accept everything. So accept madness too. Let the light of your madness shine, and it will suddenly dawn on you. Madness is not to be despised and not to be feared, but instead you should give it life. … If you want to find paths, you should also not spurn madness, since it makes up such a great part of your nature. … Be glad that you can recognize it, for you will thus avoid becoming its victim. Madness is a special form of the spirit and clings to all teachings and philosophies, but even more to daily life, since life itself is full of craziness and at bottom utterly illogical. Man strives toward reason only so that he can make rules for himself. Life itself has no rules. That is its mystery and its unknown law. What you call knowledge is an attempt to impose something comprehensible on life.