I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?
This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.
Today I love myself as I love my god: who could charge me with a sin today? I know only sins against my god; but who knows my god?
There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?
Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.
The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.
A pair of powerful spectacles has sometimes sufficed to cure a person in love.
I love those who do not know how to live for today.
Not necessity, not desire - no, the love of power is the demon of men. Let them have everything - health, food, a place to live, entertainment - they are and remain unhappy and low-spirited: for the demon waits and waits and will be satisfied.
Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.
It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.