L’Amour Fou (Mad Love) by André Breton
I have been re-reading this old classic of Surrealism and was taken again with some extracts: Convulsive beauty will be veiled-erotic, fixed-explosive, magic-circumstantial, or it will not be. However trying too hard to understand this kind of love or beauty, would lead to an interpretive delirium [that] begins only when man, ill-prepared, is taken by a sudden fear in the forest of symbols.