Curiosity (n.) is grounded in a valuation whereby 'the eye of insight' is accorded greater value than the fairest structure or the sublimest edifice.
Curiosity (n.) creeps into the house of the unfortunate under the name of duty or pity — perhaps even mother-love contains a goodly portion of it.
A Curiosity (n.) is why we hate barbarism — not because barbarians were unhappier (they were happier) but because we can no longer want happiness without knowledge; like the unrequited lover, we would not trade it for indifference.
The Curiosity (n.) is measured by the growth of the will to power in a species: it grasps as much reality as it needs in order to master it and press it into service.
Curiosity (n.) that is unrestrained and for its own sake barbarizes men just as much as a hatred of knowledge.