Tell me your past, my beloved, for a man is his past, and is to be known by it.
I hear a sudden cry of pain! There is a rabbit in a snare.
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.
Let the past be content with itself, for man needs forgetfulness as well as memory
It is by love alone that we understand anything
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.