no one talks more passionately about his rights than he who in the depths of his soul doubts whether he has any - Friedrich Nietzsche

Man has an invincible inclination to allow himself to be deceived and is, as it were, enchanted with happiness when the rhapsodist tells him epic fables as if they were true, or when the actor in the theater acts more royally than any real king. So long as it is able to deceive without injuring, that master of deception, the intellect, is free; it is released from its former slavery and celebrates its Saturnalia. It is never more luxuriant, richer, prouder, more clever and more daring.

And if you are not a bird, then beware of coming to rest above an abyss.

A. Was I ill? Have I got well?
Who was my doctor? Can you tell?
Oh, my memory is rotten!
B. Only now you're truly well.
Those are well who have forgotten.