To be mad is to feel with excruciating intensity the sadness and joy of a time which has not arrived or has already been.
...this marvelous graceful thing, this joy of physics, this perfect balance between rebellion and obedience, is God's own signature on earth.
I have to confess that I have so rarely experienced triumph that I cannot claim to know it well enough to judge, but it seems to be at best a momentary joy followed instantly by sadness, and, then, of necessity, by wariness.
...to be paid for one's joy is to steal.