By her shining and her power he knew her.
One might have supposed that the true act of love was to lie together and talk.
The perpetual stream of human nature is formed into ever-changing shallows, eddies, falls and pools by the land over which it passes. Perhaps the only real value of history lies in considering this endlessly varied play between the essence and the accidents.
There is nothing like despair to make one throw oneself upon the gods.
True friends share everything, except the past before they met.
Go with your fate, but not beyond. Beyond leads to dark places.