"How much further could you go on that ?...

Would you perchance be any happier when you did know ?..." She was silent for some steps and then said as though disclosing a secret: "In order to love, it is not necessary for us to know one another.
Quite the contrary.

A little bit of mystery keeps up the illusion and dispells monotony....

He who wishes to know is never happy." She continued talking.

Truth perhaps was a good thing in other phases of existence, but it was fatal to love.