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 pays no heed to lovers' oaths


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