The aim of science is to seek the simplest explanations of complex facts. .. . Seek simplicity and distrust it.

What then is truth? A mobile army of metaphors, metonymies, and; anthropomorphisms: in short, a sum of human relations which have been poetically and rhetorically intensified, transferred, and embellished, and which, after long usage, seem to a people to be fixed, canonical, and binding. Truths are illusions which we have forgotten are illusions—they are metaphors that have become worn out and have been drained of sensuous force, coins which have lost their embossing and are now considered as metal and no longer as coins.

Power must be analysed as something which circulates, or rather as something which only functions in the form of a chain. It is never localised here or there, never in anybody’s hands, never appropriated as a commodity or piece of wealth. Power is employed and exercised through a net-like organization. And not only do individuals circulate between its threads; they are always in the position of simultaneously undergoing and exercising this power.

In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement.

Reality, itself, is like a dream. If one were ever to truly grasp it, to fully comprehend it, the description would be deemed nonsense and the one who spoke, a mad man.

Sometimes reality is too complex for oral communication. But legend embodies it in a form which enables it to spread all over the world.

Bondage is the life of personality, and for bondage the personal self will fight with tireless resourcefulness and the most stubborn cunning.

I have walked this trail twice now, both times I knew where I was going, and did infact arrive at the same destination…but each path was entirely different.