Let the past be content with itself, for man needs forgetfulness as well as memory
Can a spear divine the Eternal Will?
A woman is a branchy tree and man a singing wind; and from her branches carelessly he takes what he can find.
I would think Until I found Something I can never find; - Something Lying On the ground, In the bottom Of my mind.
Men come of age at sixty, women at fifteen.
Tell me your past, my beloved, for a man is his past, and is to be known by it.