Everything has a meaning, if only we could read it,

Everything that occurs in the world, in every epoch, has something that corresponds to it in ancient times.

Nature has so constituted us that the sexes act and react upon each other, making every “woman’s cause” a man’s cause, and every man’s cause a woman’s cause

Everything means something.

The phases of the womanly nature are infinite in their variety. Take any type of woman, and you will find in it something to respect, something to admire, something to love.

Every sweet has its sour; every evil its good.

All existence seemed to be based on duality, on contrast. Either one was a man or one was a woman, either a wanderer or sedentary burgher, either a thinking person or a feeling person-no one could breathe in at the same time as he breathed out, be a man as well as a woman, experience freedom as well as order, combine instinct and mind. One always had to pay for one with the loss of the other, and one thing was always just as important and desirable as the other.

Everything had purpose, signal, meaning.

In every object there is inexhaustible meaning.

Im Reiche der Zwecke hat alles entweder einen Preis oder eine Würde. Was einen Preis hat, an dessen Stelle kann auch etwas anderes als Äquivalent gesetzt werden; was dagegen über allen Preis erhaben ist, mithin kein Äquivalent verstattet, das hat eine Würde.

Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it

There has been, is, and always will be every conceivable type of person.

we know that with cats and dogs and horses and kids, humans, every face is really different. But it’s true with all forms of life.

So everything is something else.