What then is truth? A movable host of metaphors, metonymies, and anthropomorphisms: in short, a sum of human relations which have been poetically and rhetorically intensified, transferred, and embellished, and which, after long usage, seem to a people to be fixed, canonical, and binding. Truths are illusions which we have forgotten are illusions — they are metaphors that have become worn out and have been drained of sensuous force.

There is more wisdom in your body than in your best wisdom. And who then knows why your body needs precisely your best wisdom?

In the whole of the New Testament there is not one joke, that fact alone would invalidate any book.

Without forgetting it is quite impossible to live at all.

There's no defense against stupidity.

One can lie with the mouth, but with the accompanying grimace one nevertheless tells the truth.

It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what others say in a whole book.