Because our lives are cowardly and sly, Because we do not dare to take or give, Because we scowl and pass each other by, We do not live; we do not dare to live.

I hear a sudden cry of pain! There is a rabbit in a snare.

Men come of age at sixty, women at fifteen.

Is it not possible that the ultimate end is gaiety and music and a dance of joy?

Can a spear divine the Eternal Will?

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.

It is by love alone that we understand anything