All those who dwell in the depths find their happiness in being like flying fish for once and playing on the uppermost crests of the waves. What they value most in things is that they have a surface, their "epidermality"Msit venia verbo.
(Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher, classical scholar, critic of culture. Friedrich Nietzsche, Sämtliche Werke: Kritische Studienausgabe, vol. 3, p. 517, eds. Giorgio Colli and Mazzino Montinari, Berlin, de Gruyter (1980). The Gay Science, first edition, "Third Book," aphorism 256, "Epidermality," (1882).
The Latin phrase sit venia verbo means "pardon the expression" and seeks the reader's indulgence regarding Nietzsche's rather odd coinage, Hautlichkeit ("possessing a skin"), which is translated here as "epidermality.")
As long as you don't fly openly in the face of society, society doesn't ask any inconvenient questions; and it makes precious short work of the cads who do. There are no secrets better kept than the secrets everybody guesses.
(George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950), Anglo-Irish playwright, critic. (1898). Sir George Crofts, in Mrs. Warren's Profession, act 3, The Bodley Head Bernard Shaw: Collected Plays with their Prefaces, vol. 1, ed. Dan H. Laurence (1970).)
No throne exists that has a right to exist, and no symbol of it, flying from any flagstaff, is righteously entitled to wear any device but the skull and crossbones of that kindred industry which differs from royalty only businesswise-merely as retail differs from wholesale.
(Mark Twain [Samuel Langhorne Clemens] (1835-1910), U.S. author. The American Claimant, ch. 10 (1892).)
Look up, Hannah! The soul of man has been given wings and at last he is beginning to fly!
(Charlie Chaplin (1889-1977), British actor, screenwriter, director. The Barber (Charles Chaplin), The Great Dictator, from the Barber's speech after he is mistaken for Tomanian dictator Adenoid Hynkel, appealing to his beloved Hannah (Paulette Goddard) who has fled the country (1940).)
Adolescents are travelers, far from home with no native land, neither children nor adults. They are jet-setters who fly from one country to another with amazing speed. Sometimes they are four years old, an hour later they are twenty-five. They don't really fit anywhere. There's a yearning for place, a search for solid ground.
A society which allows an abominable event to burgeon from its dungheap and grow on its surface is like a man who lets a fly crawl unheeded across his face or saliva dribble unstemmed from his moutheither epileptic or dead.