...we confidently say that it's not worth trying to reach any conclusions merely because we decide to stop halfway along the path that would lead us straight to them.
...the habit of falling hardens the body, reaching the ground, to in itself, is a relief.
Chaos is order yet undeciphered.
A woman is essentially a vessel made to be filled.
Perhaps only in a world of the blind will things be what they truly are.
Just as the habit does not make the monk, the sceptre does not make the king.