If anyone should want to know my name, I am called Leah. And I spend all my time weaving garlands of flowers with my fair hands, t o please me when I stand before the mirror; my sister Rachel sits all the day long before her own, and never moves away. She loves to contemplate her lovely eyes; I love to use my hands to adorn myself: her joy is in reflection, mine in act.

In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him.

The only fit reply to a fit request is silence and the fact.

Love insists the loved loves back

Abandon hope, all ye who enter here. [Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes]

The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.

Will cannot be quenched against its will.