MARGERY, by Georg Ebers, v2 [GE#114][g114v10.txt]5553
Be happy while it is yet timeGermans are ever proud of a man who is able to drink deepOn with a new love when he had left the third bridge behind himThe not over-strong thread of my good patienceVagabond knaves had already been put to the torture
MARGERY, by Georg Ebers, v3 [GE#115][g115v10.txt]5554
A small joy makes us to forget our heavy griefsAll I did was right in her eyesEspecial gift to listen keenly and question discreetlyHappiness should be found in making others happyHave never been fain to set my heart on one only maidHopeful soul clings to delay as the harbinger of deliveranceNo false comfort, no cloaking of the truthOne Head, instead of three, ruled the ChurchThough thou lose all thou deemest thy happiness
MARGERY, by Georg Ebers, v4 [GE#116][g116v10.txt]5555
Love which is able and ready to endure all thingsWonder we leave for the most part to children and fools
MARGERY, by Georg Ebers, v5 [GE#117][g117v10.txt]5556
All things were alike to meFruits and pies and sweetmeats for the little ones at homeWere we not one and all born fools
MARGERY, by Georg Ebers, v6 [GE#118][g118v10.txt]5557
Forty or fifty, when most women only begin to be wickedShadow which must ever fall where there is lightWoman who might win the love of a highly-gifted soul (Pays for it)
MARGERY, by Georg Ebers, v7 [GE#119][g119v10.txt]5558
Marred their best joy in life by over-hasty ireMisfortunes never come singly
MARGERY, by Georg Ebers, v8 [GE#120][g120v10.txt]5559
Ever creep in where true love hath found a nest—(jealousy)One who stood in the sun must need cast a shadow on other folksWe each and all are waiting
MARGERY, by Ebers, Complete [GE#121][g121v10.txt]5560
A small joy makes us to forget our heavy griefsAll I did was right in her eyesAll things were alike to meAs every word came straight from her heartBe cautious how they are compassionateBe happy while it is yet timeBeware lest Satan find thee idle!Brought imagination to bear on my pastimesComparing their own fair lot with the evil lot of othersEspecial gift to listen keenly and question discreetlyEver creep in where true love hath found a nest—(jealousy)Faith and knowledge are things apartFlee from hate as the soul's worst foeFor the sake of those eyes you forgot all elseForty or fifty, when most women only begin to be wickedFruits and pies and sweetmeats for the little ones at homeGermans are ever proud of a man who is able to drink deepHappiness should be found in making others happyHave never been fain to set my heart on one only maidHer eyes were like open windowsHopeful soul clings to delay as the harbinger of deliveranceLast Day we shall be called to account for every word we utterLaugh at him with friendly mockery, such as hurts no manLove which is able and ready to endure all thingsMaid who gives hope to a suitor though she has no mind to hearMarred their best joy in life by over-hasty ireMay they avoid the rocks on which I have bruised my feetMen folks thought more about me than I deemed convenientMisfortunes never come singlyNo man gains profit by any experience other than his ownNo false comfort, no cloaking of the truthOn with a new love when he had left the third bridge behind himOne Head, instead of three, ruled the ChurchOne who stood in the sun must need cast a shadow on other folksOne of those women who will not bear to be withstoodShadow which must ever fall where there is lightThe god Amor is the best schoolmasterThe not over-strong thread of my good patienceThey who will, canThough thou lose all thou deemest thy happinessVagabond knaves had already been put to the tortureWe each and all are waitingWere we not one and all born foolsWhen men-children deem maids to be weak and unfit for true sportWoman who might win the love of a highly-gifted soul (Pays for it)Wonder we leave for the most part to children and fools
BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v1 [GE#122][g122v10.txt]5561
A live dog is better than a dead kingAlways more good things in a poor family which was once richHarder it is to win a thing the higher its value becomesNo happiness will thrive on bread and water
BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v2 [GE#123][g123v10.txt]5562
Dread which the ancients had of the envy of the godsShuns the downward glance of compassionThat tears were the best portion of all human life
BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v3 [GE#124][g124v10.txt]5563
The blessing of those who are more than they seem
BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v4 [GE#125][g125v10.txt]5564
Cunning which is often a characteristic of narrow mindsPride in charms which we do not possess (vanity)
BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v5 [GE#126][g126v10.txt]5565
Catholic, but his stomach desired to be Protestant (Erasmus)
BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v6 [GE#127][g127v10.txt]5566
Attain a lofty height from which to look down upon others
BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v7 [GE#128][g128v10.txt]5567
Whoever will not hear, must feel
BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v9 [GE#130][g130v10.txt]5569
Before learning to obey, he was permitted to commandGrief is grief, and this new sorrow does not change the old oneTo the child death is only slumber
BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Georg Ebers, v10[GE#131][g131v10.txt]5570
The greatness he had gained he overlookedWho does not struggle ward, falls back
BARBARA BLOMBERG, by Ebers, Complete [GE#132][g132v10.txt]5571
A live dog is better than a dead kingAlways more good things in a poor family which was once richAttain a lofty height from which to look down upon othersBefore learning to obey, he was permitted to commandCatholic, but his stomach desired to be Protestant (Erasmus)Dread which the ancients had of the envy of the godsGrief is grief, and this new sorrow does not change the old oneHarder it is to win a thing the higher its value becomesNo happiness will thrive on bread and waterShuns the downward glance of compassionThat tears were the best portion of all human lifeThe blessing of those who are more than they seemThe greatness he had gained he overlookedTo the child death is only slumberWho does not struggle ward, falls backWhoever will not hear, must feel
A WORD ONLY A WORD, by Georg Ebers, v1 [GE#133][g133v10.txt]5572
He was steadfast in everything, even anger
A WORD ONLY A WORD, by Georg Ebers, v2 [GE#134][g134v10.txt]5573
No one we learn to hate more easily, than the benefactorOnce laughed at a misfortune, its sting loses its pointTo expect gratitude is follyWhoever condemns, feels himself superior
A WORD ONLY A WORD, by Georg Ebers, v3 [GE#135][g135v10.txt]5574
Among fools one must be a fool
A WORD ONLY A WORD, by Ebers, Complete [GE#138][g138v10.txt]5577
Among fools one must be a foolHe was steadfast in everything, even angerNo one we learn to hate more easily, than the benefactorOnce laughed at a misfortune, its sting loses its pointTo expect gratitude is follyWhoever condemns, feels himself superior
BURGOMASTER'S WIFE, by Georg Ebers, v1 [GE#139][g139v10.txt]5578
A blustering word often does good serviceHeld in too slight esteem to be able to offer an affrontThe shirt is closer than the coatThose two little words 'wish' and 'ought'Wet inside, he can bear a great deal of moisture without
BURGOMASTER'S WIFE, by Georg Ebers, v2 [GE#140][g140v10.txt]5579
Art ceases when ugliness beginsDebts, but all anxiety concerning them is left to the creditorsDespair and extravagant gayety ruled her nature by turnsRepos ailleursThe best enjoyment in creating is had in anticipationTo whom the emotion of sorrow affords a mournful pleasure
BURGOMASTER'S WIFE, by Georg Ebers, v3 [GE#141][g141v10.txt]5580
Hat is the sign of liberty, and the free man keeps his hat onMust take care not to poison the fishes with it
BURGOMASTER'S WIFE, by Georg Ebers, v4 [GE#142][g142v10.txt]5581
Drinking is also an art, and the Germans are masters of itHere the new custom of tobacco-smoking was practisedStanding still is retrogradingTo whom fortune gives once, it gives by bushelsYouth calls 'much,' what seems to older people 'little'
BURGOMASTER'S WIFE, by Ebers, Complete [GE#144][g144v10.txt]5583
A blustering word often does good serviceArt ceases when ugliness beginsDebts, but all anxiety concerning them is left to the creditorsDespair and extravagant gayety ruled her nature by turnsDrinking is also an art, and the Germans are masters of itHat is the sign of liberty, and the free man keeps his hat onHeld in too slight esteem to be able to offer an affrontHere the new custom of tobacco-smoking was practisedMust take care not to poison the fishes with itRepos ailleursStanding still is retrogradingThe shirt is closer than the coatThe best enjoyment in creating is had in anticipationThose two little words 'wish' and 'ought'To whom fortune gives once, it gives by bushelsTo whom the emotion of sorrow affords a mournful pleasureWet inside, he can bear a great deal of moisture withoutYouth calls 'much,' what seems to older people 'little'
IN THE BLUE PIKE, by Georg Ebers, v1 [GE#145][g145v10.txt]5584
Arrogant wave of the hand, and in an instructive toneHonest anger affords a certain degree of enjoymentOvid, 'We praise the ancients'Pays better to provide for people's bodies than for their brainsWho gives great gifts, expects great gifts againWho watches for his neighbour's faults has a hundred sharp eyes
IN THE BLUE PIKE, by Georg Ebers, v2 [GE#146][g146v10.txt]5585
Buy indugence for sins to be committed in the futureMirrors were not allowed in the convent
IN THE BLUE PIKE, by Georg Ebers, v3 [GE#147][g147v10.txt]5586
Repeated the exclamation: "Too late!" and again, "Too late!
IN THE BLUE PIKE, by Ebers, Complete [GE#148][g148v10.txt]5587
Arrogant wave of the hand, and in an instructive toneBuy indugence for sins to be committed in the futureHonest anger affords a certain degree of enjoymentMirrors were not allowed in the conventOvid, 'We praise the ancients'Pays better to provide for people's bodies than for their brainsRepeated the exclamation: "Too late!" and again, "Too late!Who watches for his neighbour's faults has a hundred sharp eyesWho gives great gifts, expects great gifts again
A QUESTION, by Georg Ebers, [GE#149][g149v10.txt]5588
Absence of suffering is not happinessLaughing before sunrise causes tears at eveningPeople see what they want to seeSeems most charming at the time we are obliged to resign itWrath has two eyes—one blind, the other keener than a falcon's
THE ELIXIR, by Georg Ebers, [GE#150][g150v10.txt]5589
Caress or a spank from you—each at the proper timeClothes the ugly truth as with a pleasing garmentCouple seemed to get on so perfectly well without themDeath itself sometimes floats 'twixt cup and lip'Exceptional people are destined to be unhappy in this worldIf speech be silver, silence then is gold!
THE GREYLOCK, by Georg Ebers, [GE#151][g151v10.txt]5590
At my age we count it gain not to be disappointedHad laid aside what we call nervesLike a clock that points to one hour while it strikes anotherTo-morrow could give them nothing better than to-day
COMPLETE SHORT WORKS by Georg Ebers, [GE#153][g153v10.txt]5592
Absence of suffering is not happinessArrogant wave of the hand, and in an instructive toneAt my age we count it gain not to be disappointedBuy indugence for sins to be committed in the futureCaress or a spank from you—each at the proper timeClothes the ugly truth as with a pleasing garmentCouple seemed to get on so perfectly well without themDeath itself sometimes floats 'twixt cup and lip'Exceptional people are destined to be unhappy in this worldHad laid aside what we call nervesHonest anger affords a certain degree of enjoymentIf speech be silver, silence then is gold!Laughing before sunrise causes tears at eveningLike a clock that points to one hour while it strikes anotherMirrors were not allowed in the conventOvid, 'We praise the ancients'Pays better to provide for people's bodies than for their brainsPeople see what they want to seeRepeated the exclamation: "Too late!" and again, "Too late!Seems most charming at the time we are obliged to resign itTo-morrow could give them nothing better than to-dayWho watches for his neighbour's faults has a hundred sharp eyesWho gives great gifts, expects great gifts againWrath has two eyes—one blind, the other keener than a falcon's
THE STORY OF MY LIFE, by Georg Ebers, v1 [GE#154][g154v10.txt]5593
Full as an eggI plead with voice and pen in behalf of fairy talesNobody was allowed to be perfectly idleThe carp served on Christmas eve in every Berlin familyTo be happy, one must forget what cannot be alteredUnjust to injure and rob the child for the benefit of the manWhen you want to strike me again, mother, please take off
THE STORY OF MY LIFE, by Georg Ebers, v2 [GE#155][g155v10.txt]5594
Child cannot distinguish between what is amusing and what is sadChild is naturally egotisticalDeserve the gratitude of my people, though it should be deniedHalf-comprehended catchwords serve as a bannerHanging the last king with the guts of the last priestReaders often like best what is most incredibleSmell most powerful of all the senses in awakening memory
THE STORY OF MY LIFE, by Georg Ebers, v3 [GE#156][g156v10.txt]5595
Hollow of the hand, Diogenes's drinking-cupLife is valued so much less by the youngRequired courage to be cowardly
THE STORY OF MY LIFE, by Georg Ebers, v4 [GE#157][g157v10.txt]5596
A word at the right time and placeConfucius's command not to love our fellow-men but to respect
THE STORY OF MY LIFE, by Georg Ebers, v5 [GE#158][g158v10.txt]5597
Coach moved by electricityDo thoroughly whatever they do at allI approve of such foolhardinessLife is the fairest fairy tale (Anderson)Loved himself too much to give his whole affection to any oneScorned the censure of the people, he never lost sight of itWhat father does not find something to admire in his child
THE STORY OF MY LIFE, by Georg Ebers, v6 [GE#159][g159v10.txt]5598
Appreciation of triflesCarpe diemHow effective a consolation man possesses in gratitudeMen studying for their own benefit, not the teacher'sPhrase and idea "philosophy of religion" as an absurdity
THE STORY OF MY LIFE, by Ebers, Complete [GE#160][g160v10.txt]5599
A word at the right time and placeAppreciation of triflesCarpe diemChild is naturally egotisticalChild cannot distinguish between what is amusing and what is sadCoach moved by electricityConfucius's command not to love our fellow-men but to respectDeserve the gratitude of my people, though it should be deniedDo thoroughly whatever they do at allFull as an eggHalf-comprehended catchwords serve as a bannerHanging the last king with the guts of the last priestHollow of the hand, Diogenes's drinking-cupHow effective a consolation man possesses in gratitudeI approve of such foolhardinessI plead with voice and pen in behalf of fairy talesLife is valued so much less by the youngLife is the fairest fairy tale (Anderson)Loved himself too much to give his whole affection to any oneMen studying for their own benefit, not the teacher'sNobody was allowed to be perfectly idlePhrase and idea "philosophy of religion" as an absurdityReaders often like best what is most incredibleRequired courage to be cowardlyScorned the censure of the people, he never lost sight of itSmell most powerful of all the senses in awakening memoryThe carp served on Christmas eve in every Berlin familyTo be happy, one must forget what cannot be alteredUnjust to injure and rob the child for the benefit of the manWhat father does not find something to admire in his childWhen you want to strike me again, mother, please take off
THE COMPLETE PG EDITION OF GEORG EBERS [GE#161][g161v10.txt]5600
A noble mind can never swim with the streamA first impression is often a final oneA small joy makes us to forget our heavy griefsA live dog is better than a dead kingA well-to-do man always gets a higher price than a poor oneA subdued tone generally provokes an equally subdued answerA dirty road serves when it makes for the goalA knot can often be untied by daylightA school where people learned modestyA word at the right time and placeA mere nothing in one man's life, to another may be greatA debtor, says the proverb, is half a prisonerA kind word hath far more power than an angry oneA blustering word often does good serviceAbandon to the young the things we ourselves used most to enjoyAbandoned women (required by law to help put out the fires)Absence of suffering is not happinessAbuse not those who have outwitted theeAction trod on the heels of resolveAge is inquisitiveAge when usually even bad liquor tastes of honeyAimless life of pleasureAir of a professional guideAll I did was right in her eyesAll things were alike to meAlways more good things in a poor family which was once richAmong fools one must be a foolAn admirer of the lovely color of his blue bruisesAncient custom, to have her ears cut offAnd what is great—and what is smallApis the progeny of a virgin cow and a moonbeamAppreciation of triflesArdently they desire that which transcends senseArrogant wave of the hand, and in an instructive toneArt ceases when ugliness beginsAs every word came straight from her heartAsenath, the wife of Joseph, had been an EgyptianAsk for what is feasibleAspect obnoxious to the gaze will pour water on the fireAssigned sixty years as the limit of a happy lifeAt my age we count it gain not to be disappointedAt my age every year must be accepted as an undeserved giftAttain a lofty height from which to look down upon othersAvoid excessive joy as well as complaining griefAvoid all useless anxietyBe not merciful unto him who is a liar or a rebelBe happy while it is yet timeBe cautious how they are compassionateBearers of ill ride faster than the messengers of wealBefore you serve me up so bitter a meal (the truth)Before learning to obey, he was permitted to commandBegun to enjoy the sound of his own voiceBehold, the puny Child of ManBetween two stools a man falls to the groundBeware lest Satan find thee idle!Blessings go as quickly as they comeBlind tenderness which knows no reasonBlossom of the thorny wreath of sorrowBrief "eternity" of national covenantsBrought imagination to bear on my pastimesBut what do you men care for the suffering you inflict on othersBuy indugence for sins to be committed in the futureBy nature she is not and by circumstances is compelled to beCall everything that is beyond your comprehension a miracleCalled his daughter to wash his feetCambyses had been spoiled from his earliest infancyCamels, which were rarely seen in EgyptCan such love be wrong?Canal to connect the Nile with the Red SeaCannot understand how trifles can make me so happyCaress or a spank from you—each at the proper timeCarpe diemCast my warning to the winds, pity will also fly away with itCast off their disease as a serpent casts its skinCast off all care; be mindful only of pleasureCatholic, but his stomach desired to be Protestant (Erasmus)Caught the infection and had to laugh whether she would or noCautious inquiry saves recantationChild is naturally egotisticalChild cannot distinguish between what is amusing and what is sadChildhood already lies behind me, and youth will soon followChoose between too great or too small a recompenseChristian hypocrites who pretend to hate life and love deathChristianity had ceased to be the creed of the poorClothes the ugly truth as with a pleasing garmentCoach moved by electricityColored cakes in the shape of beastsComparing their own fair lot with the evil lot of othersConfess I would rather provoke a lioness than a womanConfucius's command not to love our fellow-men but to respectContempt had become too deep for hateCorpse to be torn in pieces by dogs and vulturesCouple seemed to get on so perfectly well without themCreed which views life as a short pilgrimage to the graveCuriosity is a woman's viceDeath is so long and life so shortDeath itself sometimes floats 'twixt cup and lip'Debts, but all anxiety concerning them is left to the creditorsDeceit is deceitDeem every hour that he was permitted to breathe as a giftDeficient are as guilty in their eyes as the idleDesert is a wonderful physician for a sick soulDeserve the gratitude of my people, though it should be deniedDesire to seek and find a power outside usDespair and extravagant gayety ruled her nature by turnsDevoid of occupation, envy easily becomes hatredDid the ancients know anything of loveDo not spoil the future for the sake of the presentDo thoroughly whatever they do at allDoes happiness consist then in possessionDread which the ancients had of the envy of the godsDried merry-thought bone of a fowlDrink of the joys of life thankfully, and in moderationDrinking is also an art, and the Germans are masters of itEasy to understand what we like to hearEnjoy the present dayEpicurus, who believed that with death all things endedEros mocks all human efforts to resist or confine himEspecial gift to listen keenly and question discreetlyEver creep in where true love hath found a nest—(jealousy)Every misfortune brings its fellow with itEverything that exists moves onward to destruction and decayEvolution and annihilationExceptional people are destined to be unhappy in this worldExhibit one's happiness in the streets, and conceal one's miseryEyes kind and frank, without tricks of glanceEyes are much more eloquent than all the tongues in the worldFacts are differently reflected in different mindsFairest dreams of childhood were surpassedFaith and knowledge are things apartFalse praise, he says, weighs more heavily than disgraceFlattery is a key to the heartFlee from hate as the soul's worst foeFolly to fret over what cannot be undoneFor fear of the toothache, had his sound teeth drawnFor the sake of those eyes you forgot all elseFor the errors of the wise the remedy is reparation, not regretFor what will not custom excuse and sanctify?Forbidden the folly of spoiling the present by remorseForce which had compelled every one to do as his neighborsForty or fifty, when most women only begin to be wickedFrom Epicurus to Aristippus, is but a short stepFruits and pies and sweetmeats for the little ones at homeFull as an eggGalenus—What I like is bad for me, what I loathe is wholesomeGave them a claim on your person and also on your sorrowsGermans are ever proud of a man who is able to drink deepGo down into the grave before us (Our children)Golden chariot drawn by tamed lionsGood advice is more frequently unheeded than followedGreat happiness, and mingled therefor with bitter sorrowGreeks have not the same reverence for truthGrief is grief, and this new sorrow does not change the old oneHad laid aside what we call nervesHalf-comprehended catchwords serve as a bannerHanging the last king with the guts of the last priestHappiness has nothing to do with our outward circumstancesHappiness is only the threshold to miseryHappiness should be found in making others happyHarder it is to win a thing the higher its value becomesHast thou a wounded heart? touch it seldomHat is the sign of liberty, and the free man keeps his hat onHate, though never sated, can yet be gratifiedHatred and love are the opposite ends of the same rodHatred for all that hinders the growth of lightHatred between man and manHave not yet learned not to be astonishedHave never been fain to set my heart on one only maidHave lived to feel such profound contempt for the worldHe may talk about the soul—what he is after is the girlHe who kills a cat is punished (for murder)He who looks for faith must give faithHe is clever and knows everything, but how silly he looks nowHe was steadfast in everything, even angerHe only longed to be hopeful once more, to enjoy the presentHe who is to govern well must begin by learning to obeyHe was made to be plunderedHe is the best host, who allows his guests the most freedomHe has the gift of being easily consoledHe who wholly abjures folly is a foolHe out of the battle can easily boast of being unconqueredHe spoke with pompous exaggerationHeld in too slight esteem to be able to offer an affrontHer white cat was playing at her feetHer eyes were like open windowsHere the new custom of tobacco-smoking was practisedHis sole effort had seemed to be to interfere with no oneHold pleasure to be the highest goodHollow of the hand, Diogenes's drinking-cupHomo sum; humani nil a me alienum putoHonest anger affords a certain degree of enjoymentHopeful soul clings to delay as the harbinger of deliveranceHow easy it is to give wounds, and how hard it is to healHow could they find so much pleasure in such follyHow tender is thy severityHow effective a consolation man possesses in gratitudeHuman sacrifices, which had been introduced into Egypt by the PhoeniciansHuman beings hate the man who shows kindness to their enemiesI am human, nothing that is human can I regard as alien to meI approve of such foolhardinessI plead with voice and pen in behalf of fairy talesI must either rest or begin upon something newI cannot . . . Say rather: I will notI know that I am of useI have never deviated from the exact truth even in jestI was not swift to anger, nor a liar, nor a violent rulerI do not like to enquire about our fate beyond the graveIdleness had long since grown to be the occupation of his lifeIf you want to catch mice you must waste baconIf one only knew who it is all forIf it were right we should not want to hide ourselvesIf speech be silver, silence then is gold!Ill-judgment to pronounce a thing impossibleImpartial looker-on sees clearer than the playerIn order to find himself for once in good company—(Solitude)In whom some good quality or other may not be discoveredIn those days men wept, as well as womenIn this immense temple man seemed a dwarf in his own eyesIn our country it needs more courage to be a cowardIn war the fathers live to mourn for their slain sonsInn, was to be found about every eighteen milesInquisitive eyes are intrusive companyIntroduced a regular system of taxation-DariusIt is not seeing, it is seeking that is delightfulIt was such a comfort once more to obey an orderIt is not by enthusiasm but by tactics that we defeat a foeIt is the passionate wish that gives rise to the beliefJealousy has a thousand eyesJudge only by appearances, and never enquire into the causesKisra called wine the soap of sorrowKnow how to honor beauty; and prove it by taking many wivesLast Day we shall be called to account for every word we utterLaugh at him with friendly mockery, such as hurts no manLaughing before sunrise causes tears at eveningLearn early to pass lightly over little thingsLearn to obey, that later you may know how to commandLife is not a banquetLife is a function, a ministry, a dutyLife is the fairest fairy tale (Anderson)Life is valued so much less by the youngLife had fulfilled its pledgesLike the cackle of hens, which is peculiar to Eastern womenLike a clock that points to one hour while it strikes anotherLove has two faces: tender devotion and bitter aversionLove means suffering—those who love drag a chain with themLove which is able and ready to endure all thingsLove laughs at locksmithsLove is at once the easiest and the most difficultLove overlooks the ravages of years and has a good memoryLoved himself too much to give his whole affection to any oneLovers delighted in nature then as nowLovers are the most unteachable of pupilsMaid who gives hope to a suitor though she has no mind to hearMan, in short, could be sure of nothingMan works with all his might for no one but himselfMan is the measure of all thingsMan has nothing harder to endure than uncertaintyMany creditors are so many alliesMany a one would rather be feared than remain unheededMarred their best joy in life by over-hasty ireMay they avoid the rocks on which I have bruised my feetMedicines work harm as often as goodMen studying for their own benefit, not the teacher'sMen folks thought more about me than I deemed convenientMirrors were not allowed in the conventMisfortune too great for tearsMisfortunes commonly come in couples yoked like oxenMisfortunes never come singlyMoney is a pass-key that turns any lockMore to the purpose to think of the future than of the pastMosquito-tower with which nearly every house was providedMost ready to be angry with those to whom we have been unjustMultitude who, like the gnats, fly towards every thing brilliantMuseum of Alexandria and the LibraryMust take care not to poison the fishes with itMust—that word is a ploughshare which suits only loose soilNatural impulse which moves all old women to favor loversNature is sufficient for usNever speaks a word too much or too littleNever so clever as when we have to find excuses for our own sinsNever to be astonished at anythingNo judgment is so hard as that dealt by a slave to slavesNo man is more than man, and many men are lessNo man was allowed to ask anything of the gods for himselfNo good excepting that from which we expect the worstNo, she was not created to grow oldNo happiness will thrive on bread and waterNo one we learn to hate more easily, than the benefactorNo man gains profit by any experience other than his ownNo false comfort, no cloaking of the truthNo one so self-confident and insolent as just such an idiotNo virtue which can be owned like a house or a steedNobody was allowed to be perfectly idleNone of us really know anything rightlyNot yet fairly come to the end of yesterdayNothing in life is either great or smallNothing is perfectly certain in this worldNothing permanent but changeNothing so certain as that nothing is certainNothing is more dangerous to love, than a comfortable assuranceNumbers are the only certain thingsObserve a due proportion in all thingsObstacles existed only to be removedObstinacy—which he liked to call firm determinationOf two evils it is wise to choose the lesserOften happens that apparent superiority does us damageOld women grow like men, and old men grow like womenOld age no longer forgets; it is youth that has a short memoryOlympics—The first was fixed 776 B.C.Omnipotent God, who had preferred his race above all othersOn with a new love when he had left the third bridge behind himOnce laughed at a misfortune, its sting loses its pointOne falsehood usually entails anotherOne of those women who will not bear to be withstoodOne should give nothing up for lost excepting the deadOne hand washes the otherOne must enjoy the time while it is hereOne who stood in the sun must need cast a shadow on other folksOne Head, instead of three, ruled the ChurchOnly the choice between lying and silenceOnly two remedies for heart-sickness:—hope and patienceOrdered his feet to be washed and his head anointedOur thinkers are no heroes, and our heroes are no sagesOverbusy friends are more damaging than intelligent enemiesOverlooks his own fault in his feeling of the judge's injusticeOvid, 'We praise the ancients'Pain is the inseparable companion of lovePapyrus EbersPatronizing friendlinessPays better to provide for people's bodies than for their brainsPeople who have nothing to do always lack timePeople see what they want to seePerish all those who do not think as we doPhilosophers who wrote of the vanity of writersPhrase and idea "philosophy of religion" as an absurdityPilgrimage to the grave, and death as the only true lifePious axioms to be repeated by the physician, while compoundingPleasant sensation of being a woman, like any other womanPossess little and require nothingPray for me, a miserable man—for I was a manPrecepts and lessons which only a mother can givePrefer deeds to wordsPreferred a winding path to a straight onePrepare sorrow when we come into the worldPrepared for the worst; then you are armed against failurePretended to see nothing in the old woman's tauntsPriests that they should instruct the people to be obedientPriests: in order to curb the unruly conduct of the populacePrinciple of over-estimating the strength of our opponentsProvide yourself with a self-devised rulerRapture and anguish—who can lay down the border lineReaders often like best what is most incredibleReason is a feeble weapon in contending with a womanRefreshed by the whip of one of the horsemenRegard the utterances and mandates of age as wisdomRegular messenger and carrier-dove service had been establishedRemember, a lie and your death are one and the sameRepeated the exclamation: "Too late!" and again, "Too late!Repos ailleursRepugnance for the old laws began to take root in his heartRequired courage to be cowardlyResistance always brings out a man's best powersRetreat behind the high-sounding words "justice and law"Robes cut as to leave the right breast uncoveredRomantic love, as we know it, a result of ChristianityRules of life given by one man to another are uselessScarcely be able to use so large a sum—Then abuse itScorned the censure of the people, he never lost sight of itSea-port was connected with Medina by a pigeon-postSeditious words are like sparks, which are borne by the windSee facts as they are and treat them like figures in a sumSeems most charming at the time we are obliged to resign itSelf-interest and egoism which drive him into the caveSent for a second interpreterShadow which must ever fall where there is lightShadow of the candlestick caught her eye before the lightShe would not purchase a few more years of valueless lifeShipwrecked on the cliffs of 'better' and 'best'Should I be a man, if I forgot vengeance?Shuns the downward glance of compassionSing their libels on women (Greek Philosophers)Sky as bare of cloud as the rocks are of shrubs and herbsSleep avoided them both, and each knew that the other was awakeSmell most powerful of all the senses in awakening memorySo long as we are able to hope and wishSo long as we do not think ourselves wretched, we are not soSo hard is it to forego the right of hatingSome caution is needed even in giving a warningSoul which ceases to regard death as a misfortune finds peaceSpeaking ill of others is their greatest delightSpoilt to begin with by their mothers, and then all the womenStanding still is retrogradingStrongest of all educational powers—sorrow and loveSuccesses, like misfortunes, never come singlyTake heed lest pride degenerate into vaingloryTalk of the wolf and you see his tailTemples would be empty if mortals had nothing left to wish forTemples of the old gods were used as quarriesTender and uncouth natural sounds, which no language knowsThat tears were the best portion of all human lifeThe heart must not be filled by another's imageThe blessing of those who are more than they seemThe past belongs to the dead; only fools count upon the futureThe priests are my opponents, my mastersThe carp served on Christmas eve in every Berlin familyThe gods cast envious glances at the happiness of mortalsThe past must stand; it is like a scarThe man who avoids his kind and lives in solitudeThe beautiful past is all he has to live uponThe altar where truth is mocked atThe older one grows the quicker the hours hurry awayThe shirt is closer than the coatThe beginning of things is not more attractiveThe mother of foresight looks backwardsThe greatness he had gained he overlookedThe dressing and undressing of the holy imagesThe god Amor is the best schoolmasterThe not over-strong thread of my good patienceThe man within him, and not on the circumstances withoutThe scholar's ears are at his back: when he is floggedThe best enjoyment in creating is had in anticipationThe experienced love to signify their superiorityThen hate came; but it did not last longThere is no 'never,' no surelyThere are no gods, and whoever bows makes himself a slaveThere is nothing better than death, for it is peaceThey who will, canThey praise their butchers more than their benefactorsThey keep an account in their heart and not in their headThey get ahead of us, and yet—I would not change with themThin-skinned, like all up-starts in authorityThink of his wife, not with affection only, but with prideThose are not my real friends who tell me I am beautifulThose who will not listen must feelThose two little words 'wish' and 'ought'Those whom we fear, says my uncle, we cannot loveThou canst say in words what we can only feelThough thou lose all thou deemest thy happinessThought that the insane were possessed by demonsTime is clever in the healing artTitle must not be a bill of fareTo pray is better than to batheTo govern the world one must have less need of sleepTo know half is less endurable than to know nothingTo her it was not a belief but a certaintyTo the child death is only slumberTo expect gratitude is follyTo the mines meant to be doomed to a slow, torturing deathTo whom the emotion of sorrow affords a mournful pleasureTo whom fortune gives once, it gives by bushelsTo-morrow could give them nothing better than to-dayTo be happy, one must forget what cannot be alteredTone of patronizing instruction assumed by the better informedTrifling incident gains importance when undue emphasis is laidTrouble does not enhance beautyTrue host puts an end to the banquetTrustfulness is so dear, so essential to meTwo griefs always belong to one joyUnjust to injure and rob the child for the benefit of the manUntil neither knew which was the giver and which the receiverUnwise to try to make a man happy by forceUse their physical helplessness as a defenceUse words instead of swords, traps instead of lancesUsually found the worst wine in the taverns with showy signsVagabond knaves had already been put to the tortureVery hard to imagine nothingnessVirtues are punished in this worldVoice of the senses, which drew them together, will soon be muteWait, child! What is life but waiting?Waiting is the merchant's wisdomWakefulness may prolong the little term of lifeWar is a perversion of natureWe live for life, not for deathWe quarrel with no one more readily than with the benefactorWe each and all are waitingWe've talked a good deal of love with our eyes alreadyWelcome a small evil when it barred the way to a greater oneWere we not one and all born foolsWet inside, he can bear a great deal of moisture withoutWhat had formerly afforded me pleasure now seemed shallowWhat changes so quickly as joy and sorrowWhat are we all but puny children?What father does not find something to admire in his childWhatever a man would do himself, he thinks others are capable ofWhen love has once taken firm hold of a man in riper yearsWhen a friend refuses to share in joysWhen men-children deem maids to be weak and unfit for true sportWhen hate and revenge speak, gratitude shrinks timidlyWhen you want to strike me again, mother, please take offWhether the form of our benevolence does more good or mischiefWhether man were the best or the worst of created beingsWhether the historical romance is ever justifiableWho watches for his neighbour's faults has a hundred sharp eyesWho can point out the road that another will takeWho can be freer than he who needs nothingWho only puts on his armor when he is threatenedWho does not struggle ward, falls backWho gives great gifts, expects great gifts againWho do all they are able and enjoy as much as they can getWho can take pleasure in always seeing a gloomy face?Who can prop another's house when his own is fallingWho can hope to win love that gives noneWhoever condemns, feels himself superiorWhoever will not hear, must feelWide world between the purpose and the deedWise men hold fast by the ever young presentWithout heeding the opinion of mortalsWoman who might win the love of a highly-gifted soul (Pays for it)Woman's disapproving words were blown away by the windWoman's hair is long, but her wit is shortWomen are indeed the rock ahead in this young fellow's lifeWonder we leave for the most part to children and foolsWords that sounded kindly, but with a cold, unloving heartWrath has two eyes—one blind, the other keener than a falcon'sYe play with eternity as if it were but a passing momentYears are the foe of beautyYou have a habit of only looking backwardsYoung Greek girls pass their sad childhood in close roomsYouth should be modest, and he was assertiveYouth calls 'much,' what seems to older people 'little'Zeus does not hear the vows of loversZeus pays no heed to lovers' oaths