A woman is a branchy tree and man a singing wind; and from her branches carelessly he takes what he can find.

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

We get wise by asking questions, and even if these are not answered we get wise, for a well-packed question carries its answer on its back as a snail carries its shell.

A woman is a branchy tree and man a singing wind; and from her branches carelessly he takes what he can find.

Tell me your past, my beloved, for a man is his past, and is to be known by it.

What the heart knows today the head will understand tomorrow.

Can a spear divine the Eternal Will?