a comfortable assurance Numbers are the only certain things Observe a due proportion in all things Obstacles existed only to be removed Obstinacy—which he liked to call firm determination Of two evils it is wise to choose the lesser Often happens that apparent superiority does us damage Old women grow like men, and old men grow like women Old age no longer forgets; it is youth that has a short memory Olympics—The first was fixed 776 B.C. Omnipotent God, who had preferred his race above all others On with a new love when he had left the third bridge behind him Once laughed at a misfortune, its sting loses its point One falsehood usually entails another One of those women who will not bear to be withstood One should give nothing up for lost excepting the dead One hand washes the other One must enjoy the time while it is here One who stood in the sun must need cast a shadow on other folks One Head, instead of three, ruled the Church Only the choice between lying and silence Only two remedies for heart-sickness:—hope and patience Ordered his feet to be washed and his head anointed Our thinkers are no heroes, and our heroes are no sages Overbusy friends are more damaging than intelligent enemies Overlooks his own fault in his feeling of the judge's injustice Ovid, 'We praise the ancients' Pain is the inseparable companion of love Papyrus Ebers Patronizing friendliness Pays better to provide for people's bodies than for their brains People who have nothing to do always lack time People see what they want to see Perish all those who do not think as we do Philosophers who wrote of the vanity of writers Phrase and idea "philosophy of religion" as an absurdity Pilgrimage to the grave, and death as the only true life Pious axioms to be repeated by the physician, while compounding Pleasant sensation of being a woman, like any other woman Possess little and require nothing Pray for me, a miserable man—for I was a man Precepts and lessons which only a mother can give Prefer deeds to words Preferred a winding path to a straight one Prepare sorrow when we come into the world Prepared for the worst; then you are armed against failure Pretended to see nothing in the old woman's taunts Priests that they should instruct the people to be obedient Priests: in order to curb the unruly conduct of the populace Principle of over-estimating the strength of our opponents Provide yourself with a self-devised ruler Rapture and anguish—who can lay down the border line Readers often like best what is most incredible Reason is a feeble weapon in contending with a woman Refreshed by the whip of one of the horsemen Regard the utterances and mandates of age as wisdom Regular messenger and carrier-dove service had been established Remember, a lie and your death are one and the same Repeated the exclamation: "Too late!" and again, "Too late! Repos ailleurs Repugnance for the old laws began to take root in his heart Required courage to be cowardly Resistance always brings out a man's best powers Retreat behind the high-sounding words "justice and law" Robes cut as to leave the right breast uncovered Romantic love, as we know it, a result of Christianity Rules of life given by one man to another are useless Scarcely be able to use so large a sum—Then abuse it Scorned the censure of the people, he never lost sight of it Sea-port was connected with Medina by a pigeon-post Seditious words are like sparks, which are borne by the wind See facts as they are and treat them like figures in a sum Seems most charming at the time we are obliged to resign it Self-interest and egoism which drive him into the cave Sent for a second interpreter Shadow which must ever fall where there is light Shadow of the candlestick caught her eye before the light She would not purchase a few more years of valueless life Shipwrecked on the cliffs of 'better' and 'best' Should I be a man, if I forgot vengeance? Shuns the downward glance of compassion Sing their libels on women (Greek Philosophers) Sky as bare of cloud as the rocks are of shrubs and herbs Sleep avoided them both, and each knew that the other was awake Smell most powerful of all the senses in awakening memory So long as we are able to hope and wish So long as we do not think ourselves wretched, we are not so So hard is it to forego the right of hating Some caution is needed even in giving a warning Soul which ceases to regard death as a misfortune finds peace Speaking ill of others is their greatest delight Spoilt to begin with by their mothers, and then all the women Standing still is retrograding Strongest of all educational powers—sorrow and love Successes, like misfortunes, never come singly Take heed lest pride degenerate into vainglory Talk of the wolf and you see his tail Temples would be empty if mortals had nothing left to wish for Temples of the old gods were used as quarries Tender and uncouth natural sounds, which no language knows That tears were the best portion of all human life The heart must not be filled by another's image The blessing of those who are more than they seem The past belongs to the dead; only fools count upon the future The priests are my opponents, my masters The carp served on Christmas eve in every Berlin family The gods cast envious glances at the happiness of mortals The past must stand; it is like a scar The man who avoids his kind and lives in solitude The beautiful past is all he has to live upon The altar where truth is mocked at The older one grows the quicker the hours hurry away The shirt is closer than the coat The beginning of things is not more attractive The mother of foresight looks backwards The greatness he had gained he overlooked The dressing and undressing of the holy images The god Amor is the best schoolmaster The not over-strong thread of my good patience The man within him, and not on the circumstances without The scholar's ears are at his back: when he is flogged The best enjoyment in creating is had in anticipation The experienced love to signify their superiority Then hate came; but it did not last long There is no 'never,' no surely There are no gods, and whoever bows makes himself a slave There is nothing better than death, for it is peace They who will, can They praise their butchers more than their benefactors They keep an account in their heart and not in their head They get ahead of us, and yet—I would not change with them Thin-skinned, like all up-starts in authority Think of his wife, not with affection only, but with pride Those are not my real friends who tell me I am beautiful Those who will not listen must feel Those two little words 'wish' and 'ought' Those whom we fear, says my uncle, we cannot love Thou canst say in words what we can only feel Though thou lose all thou deemest thy happiness Thought that the insane were possessed by demons Time is clever in the healing art Title must not be a bill of fare To pray is better than to bathe To govern the world one must have less need of sleep To know half is less endurable than to know nothing To her it was not a belief but a certainty To the child death is only slumber To expect gratitude is folly To the mines meant to be doomed to a slow, torturing death To whom the emotion of sorrow affords a mournful pleasure To whom fortune gives once, it gives by bushels To-morrow could give them nothing better than to-day To be happy, one must forget what cannot be altered Tone of patronizing instruction assumed by the better informed Trifling incident gains importance when undue emphasis is laid Trouble does not enhance beauty True host puts an end to the banquet Trustfulness is so dear, so essential to me Two griefs always belong to one joy Unjust to injure and rob the child for the benefit of the man Until neither knew which was the giver and which the receiver Unwise to try to make a man happy by force Use their physical helplessness as a defence Use words instead of swords, traps instead of lances Usually found the worst wine in the taverns with showy signs Vagabond knaves had already been put to the torture Very hard to imagine nothingness Virtues are punished in this world Voice of the senses, which drew them together, will soon be mute Wait, child! What is life but waiting? Waiting is the merchant's wisdom Wakefulness may prolong the little term of life War is a perversion of nature We live for life, not for death We quarrel with no one more readily than with the benefactor We each and all are waiting We've talked a good deal of love with our eyes already Welcome a small evil when it barred the way to a greater one Were we not one and all born fools Wet inside, he can bear a great deal of moisture without What had formerly afforded me pleasure now seemed shallow What changes so quickly as joy and sorrow What are we all but puny children? What father does not find something to admire in his child Whatever a man would do himself, he thinks others are capable of When love has once taken firm hold of a man in riper years When a friend refuses to share in joys When men-children deem maids to be weak and unfit for true sport When hate and revenge speak, gratitude shrinks timidly When you want to strike me again, mother, please take off Whether the form of our benevolence does more good or mischief Whether man were the best or the worst of created beings Whether the historical romance is ever justifiable Who watches for his neighbour's faults has a hundred sharp eyes Who can point out the road that another will take Who can be freer than he who needs nothing Who only puts on his armor when he is threatened Who does not struggle ward, falls back Who gives great gifts, expects great gifts again Who do all they are able and enjoy as much as they can get Who can take pleasure in always seeing a gloomy face? Who can prop another's house when his own is falling Who can hope to win love that gives none Whoever condemns, feels himself superior Whoever will not hear, must feel Wide world between the purpose and the deed Wise men hold fast by the ever young present Without heeding the opinion of mortals Woman who might win the love of a highly-gifted soul (Pays for it) Woman's disapproving words were blown away by the wind Woman's hair is long, but her wit is short Women are indeed the rock ahead in this young fellow's life Wonder we leave for the most part to children and fools Words that sounded kindly, but with a cold, unloving heart Wrath has two eyes—one blind, the other keener than a falcon's Ye play with eternity as if it were but a passing moment Years are the foe of beauty You have a habit of only looking backwards Young Greek girls pass their sad childhood in close rooms Youth should be modest, and he was assertive Youth calls 'much,' what seems to older people 'little' Zeus does not hear the vows of lovers Zeus pays no heed to lovers' oaths

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