A wise form of madness

"Oh, quarrelsome love, loving hatred, a thing first born from nothing, heavy lightness, pensive vanity, deformed chaos of seemingly harmonious forms, leaden feather, shining smoke, icy fire, sick sanity, open-eyed sleep, capable of not being what it is, this is the love I feel, without feeling the slightest love in it.

What else is love? A wise madness."

- Romeo Montague