Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'

What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?

What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident?

And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.

To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.

And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.