Life is a well of joy, but where the (fornicating) rabble also drinks, there all wells are poisoned.
I appreciate all that is clean (chaste); but I do not like to see the grinning snouts of the unclean (the fornicators).
They cast their eyes into the well (of Yesod: sexuality); now their disgusting smile reflects back up to me from the well (meaning, through their lust they want to justify their lewdness, saying that sex is only for fornication and procreation as animals).
They have poisoned the holy water with their lustfulness, and when they called their filthy dreams “pleasure,” they poisoned the language too. –Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra: On the Rabble