There is no madness except as the final instance of the work of art—the work endlessly drives madness to its limits; where there is a work of art, there is no madness; and yet madness is contemporary with the work of art, since it inaugurates its time of truth.
- Foucault, in his doctoral dissertation, submitted in 1958 and published much abridged in 1965 as ‘Madness and Civilization.’
