And we came forth to contemplate the stars.
Hasty opinion too often points the wrong way, and then affection for one's own opinion binds up the intellect.
We climbed, he first and I behind, until though a small round opening ahead of us, I saw the lovely things the heavens hold, and we came out to see once more the stars.
Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.
In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him.
They had their faces twisted toward their haunches and found it necessary to walk backward, because they could not see ahead of them. ...And since he wanted so to see ahead, he looks behind and walks a backward path.