The apprentice and the master love the master in different ways.

"Faith" as an imperative is a veto against science-in praxi, it means lies at any price.

I love something: and scarcely do I love it completely when the tyrant in me says: "I want that in sacrifice." This cruelty is in my entrails. Behold! I am evil.

Sensuality often hastens the "Growth of Love" so much that the roots remain weak and are easily torn up.

I love the valiant; but it is not enough to wield a broadsword, one must also know against whom.

I awoke you from your sleep because I saw that you were having a nightmare. And now you are cross and say to me: "What are we supposed to do now? Everything is still night!" You ingrates! You should go to sleep again and dream better.

That which intoxicates, the sensually ecstatic, the sudden surprise, the urge to be profoundly stirred at any price -- dreadful tendencies!