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 NietzscheAnd as long as you are in any way ashamed before yourself, you do not yet belong with us.
Friedrich NietzscheIt is only because man believes himself to be free, not because he is free, that he experiences remorse and pricks of conscience.
Friedrich Nietzsche