A man’s maturity consists in having found again the seriousness one had as a child, at play.
The degree and kind of a man’s sexuality reach up into the ultimate pinnacle of his spirit.
A soul that knows it is loved but does not itself love betrays its sediment: what is at the bottom comes up.
Sensuality often hastens the growth of love so much that the roots remain weak and are easily torn up.
The more abstract the truth is that you would teach, the more you have to seduce the senses to it.
Christianity gave Eros poison to drink: he did not die of it but degenerated — into a vice.
In the end one loves one’s desire and not what is desired.
Whatever is done from love always occurs beyond good and evil.
—Nietzsche, Epigrams from Beyond Good and Evil