When virtue has slept it will arise more vigorous. - Friedrich Nietzsche

Not every end is the goal. The end of a melody is not its goal, and yet if a melody has not reached its end, it has not reached its goal.

What, then, is truth? A mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, and anthropomorphisms – in short, a sum of human relations, which have been enhanced, transposed, and embellished poetically and rhetorically, and which after long use seem firm, canonical, and obligatory to a people: truths are illusions about which one has forgotten that this is what they are; metaphors which are worn out and without sensuous power; coins which have lost their pictures and now matter only as metal, no longer as coins.

There is an innocence in admiration: it occurs in one who has not yet realized that they might one day be admired.