Curiosity (n.) about love's source forfeits love's blessing: like the sun, love blinds the one who turns around to stare at where the light comes from.
Curiosity (n.) and idleness love each other — one asks “What is love?” and the other answers, until they tire each other out.
Curiosity (n.) is psychological interest without seriousness — a hypochondriac's appetite for other people's insides.
Curiosity (n.) about what would have happened had Adam not sinned can never occur to the innocent — and the guilty man sins when he asks it.
Curiosity (n.) about a neighbour's faults, even when it never judges, harms him less than it holds oneself back.
Curiosity (n.) has its own martyr-seed: preach only every twelfth Sunday before the royal household and the crowd swells, and if someone is trampled to death, next time the crowd is greater still.