“The dice of love are shouting and madness.”
“I'm in love!Your advice, what are they?Love has poisoned me!Your remedies, what are they?I hear them shout: "fast, Bind him feet!"But if my heart that has gone mad!Those strings on my feetWhat is the point?”
“And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!”
“What do the dice say?"Dice say nothing. They are dice."Why roll'em, then?"They are dice. What else would I do with them?”
“Love that is not madness is not love.”
“And the more you love someone, the safer it is to be mad at them. Love can handle mad, no problem.”