"True we love life not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love, but there is also some reason in madness" Nietzche certainly knew what he was talking about. But which is reason and which is madness?

"I have little left within myself. I must have you. The world may laugh call me absurd, selfish, but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: It will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on it frame"... No truer words have ever been spoken to describe this madness of my love.