The grape of truth is often bitter, but not to taste it in its season would be to waste the vine. - Tanith Lee

Who would dare invite such a smoke? To some it might be healing, but to others, bane. Breathed in at the nostrils, it seemed to fill the eyes and ears and brain. To a man who knew many things, it would reveal many more, to a man who knew little it would reveal too much. Its name was self-knowledge.

It’s legend now, but legend is the smoke from the fire, and the wood that the fire consumes is the substance.

I will suppose that all humankind have souls, a condition which, when sober, I do not hold.