The body is like the wife to the spirit. The two must cohabit to create new forms, but their pleasures rarely coincide.
History is scraps of evidence joined by the glue of imagination.
Gods have many faces.
If the heart sorrows over physical loss, the spirit rejoices over hope of understanding.
Man is a mimic animal, happiest acting a part, needing a mask to tell the truth.
Men and women in their mutual attraction are driven to the very emptiness they are trying to avoid.