Certitude Drives People Mad.

Truth Is A Mobile Army Of Metaphors, Metonyms, Anthropomorphisms, In Short A Sum Of Human Relations Which Have Been Subjected To Poetic And Rhetorical Intensification, Translation And Decoration […]; Truths Are Illusions Of Which We Have Forgotten That They Are Illusions, Metaphors Which Have Become Worn By Frequent Use And Have Lost All Sensuous Vigour […]. Yet We Still Do Not Know Where The Drive To Truth Comes From, For So Far We Have Only Heard About The Obligation To Be Truthful Which Society Imposes In Order To Exist" From, "on Truth And Lying In A Non-moral Sense".

Go Through The Moral Demands...one By One And You Will Find That Man Could Not Live Up To Them; The Intention Is Not That He Should Become More Moral, But That He Should Feel As Sinful As Possible. If Man Had Failed To Find This Feeling Pleasant - Why Should He Have Engendered Such An Idea And Adhered To It For So Long?... Man Was By Every Means To Be Made Sinful And Thereby Become Excited, Animated, Enlivened In General. To Excite, Animate, Enliven At Any Price.

The Spirit Of The Poet Craves Spectators... Even If Only Buffaloes.

The Greatest Cure For Love Is Still That Time Honoured Medicine - Love Returned.

When, However, You Have An Enemy, Then Do Not Requite Him Good For Evil: For That Would Shame Him. Instead, Prove That He Did Some Good For You. And Rather Be Angry Than Put To Shame! And When You Are Cursed, I Do Not Like It That You Want To Bless. Rather Curse A Little Also! And If You Are Done A Great Injustice, Then Quickly Add Five Small Ones. Hideous To Behold Is He Who Is Obsessed With An Injustice.