Heed my words, daughter, if you ever mean to be happy: Never give yourself to a man.

Who was to know what went on in a person's heart? A wise woman kept her own counsel.

What is life? The joy of the blessed, the sorrow of the sad, and a search for death. And what is death? An inevitable happening, an uncertain pilgrimage, the tears of the living, the thief of man.

There was always a way, when one knew what one wanted.

Strange, the workings of the heart. One could go on for years, habituated to loss, reconciled to it, and then, in a moment's unwary thought, the pain resurfaced, sharp and raw as a fresh wound.

Heed my words, daughter, if you ever mean to be happy: Never give yourself to a man.

As for will, woman should be considered superior to man for Eve ate of the apple for love of knowledge and learning, but Adam ate of it merely because she asked him.