Women and birds are able to see without turning their heads, and that is indeed a necessary provision for they are both surrounded by enemies.
I would think Until I found Something I can never find; - Something Lying On the ground, In the bottom Of my mind.
Tell me your past, my beloved, for a man is his past, and is to be known by it.
Is it not possible that the ultimate end is gaiety and music and a dance of joy?
It is by love alone that we understand anything
I hear a sudden cry of pain! There is a rabbit in a snare.