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.
Friedrich NietzscheI love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may succumb through a small matter: thus goeth he willingly over the bridge.
Friedrich NietzscheIf a man wishes to rid himself of a feeling of unbearable oppression, he may have to take hashish.
Friedrich Nietzsche