Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.

Love can look like good sense in one person and like madness in another. Someone who never calculates may find in it the clearest thing they know, while a person admired for careful judgement can fall for someone and start doing what they would once have warned a friend against. Love does not respect a reputation for cleverness; it simply goes around it.

If you are usually the sensible one and find yourself acting against your own advice, that alone does not tell you whether you are wrong or right. It can help to ask someone who knows you well what they see. And be slow to mock anyone else’s folly in love, since the wise are not exempt.