There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
That which does not kill us makes us stronger.