First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.
We take other men's knowledge and opinions upon trust; which is an idle and superficial learning. We must make them our own. We are just like a man who, needing fire, went to a neighbor's house to fetch it, and finding a very good one there, sat down to warm himself without remembering to carry any back home. What good does it do us to have our belly full of meat if it is not digested, if it is not transformed into us, if it does not nourish and support us?
It is better to know some of the questions than all of the answers.
Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect.