Love Forgives The Lover Even His Lust.

Where The Past Is Venerated The Clean And Those Who Clean Things Up Should Be Kept Out. Piety Is Never Happy Without A Little Dust, Dirt, And Rubbish.

Ah, There Are So Many Things Betwixt Heaven And Earth Of Which Only The Poets Have Dreamed!

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".

All Credibility, All Good Conscience, All Evidence Of Truth Come Only From The Senses.

The English Are A Nation Of Consummate Cant.