Normally, the sciences distance themselves from life and the return to it via a detour.
Mystery is truth's dancing partner.
All perishable is but an allegory.
The child, offered the mother's breast, Will not in the beginning grab it; But soon it clings to it with zest. And thus at wisdom's copious breasts You'll drink each day with greater zest.
For a brave man deserves a well-endowed girl.
Nothing is more consonant with Nature than that she puts into operation in the smallest detail that which she intends as a whole.