Friedrich Nietzsche

The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.

What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?

There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.

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?

Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.

Love is not consolation. It is light.

I love those who do not know how to live for today.

Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

This is what is hardest: to close the open hand because one loves.

In music the passions enjoy themselves.

Egoism is the very essence of a noble soul.