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A man who has declared that another is an idiot and a bad companion, is angry when the latter eventually proves himself to be otherwise.
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human
“Not explaining science seems to me perverse. When you’re in love, you want to tell the world."

― Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark
You have yet to learn that Prosperity, Pleasure and Success may be rough of grain and common in fibre, but that Sorrow is the most sensitive of all created things. There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought or motion to which Sorrow does not vibrate in terrible if exquisite pulsation… It is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of Love touches it and even then must bleed again, though not for pain.

— Oscar Wilde, De Profundis
On the occasion of which I am thinking I recall distinctly how I said to her that there was enough suffering in one narrow London lane to show that God did not love man, and that wherever there was any sorrow, though but that of a child in some little garden weeping over a fault that it had or had not committed, the whole face of creation was completely marred. I was entirely wrong. She told me so, but I could not believe her. I was not in the sphere in which such belief was to be attained to. Now it seems to me that Love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world. I cannot conceive any other explanation. I am convinced that there is no other, and that if the worlds have indeed, as I have said, been built out of Sorrow, it has been by the hands of Love, because in no other way could the Soul of man for whom the worlds are made reach the full stature of its perfection. Pleasure for the beautiful body, but Pain for the beautiful Soul.

― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis
[Christ] saw that love was that lost secret of the world for which the wise men had been looking, and that it was only through love that one could approach either the heart of the leper or the feet of God.

― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis
To live for others as a definite self-conscious aim was not his creed. It was not the basis of his creed. When he says “Forgive your enemies," it is not for the sake of the enemy but for one’s own sake that he says so, and because Love is more beautiful than Hate. In his entreaty to the young man whom when he looked on he loved, “Sell all that thou hast and give to the poor," it is not of the state of the poor that he is thinking but of the soul of the young man, the lovely soul that wealth was marring.

― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis
Nobody is worthy to be loved. The fact that God loves man shows that in the divine order of ideal things it is written that eternal love is to be given to what is eternally unworthy. Or if that phrase seems to you a bitter one to hear, let us say that everyone is worthy of love, except he who thinks that he is. Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling, and Domine, non sum dignus should be on the lips and in the hearts of those who receive it. I wish you would sometimes think of that. You need it so much.

― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis
For a sentimentalist is simply one who desires to have the luxury of an emotion without paying for it.

― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis
Nobody is worthy to be loved. The fact that God loves man shows that in the divine order of ideal things it is written that eternal love is to be given to what is eternally unworthy.

— Oscar Wilde
...deserved love is not the sort of love we’re inclined to pass on. "I’m worth it" terminates on me. It’s only grace that really spreads.

Glen Scrivener