Georg Ebers

“ 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? ”

“ I will not I know that I am of use I have never deviated from the exact truth even in jest I was not swift to anger, nor a liar, nor a violent ruler I do not like to enquire about our fate beyond the grave Idleness had long since grown to be the occupation of his life If you want to catch mice you must waste bacon If one only knew who it is all for If it were right we should not want to hide ourselves If speech be silver, silence then is gold! ”

“ Blessings go as quickly as they come Blind tenderness which knows no reason Blossom of the thorny wreath of sorrow Brief "eternity" of national covenants Brought imagination to bear on my pastimes But what do you men care for the suffering you inflict on others Buy indulgence for sins to be committed in the future By nature she is not and by circumstances is compelled to be Call everything that is beyond your comprehension a miracle Called his daughter to wash his feet Cambyses had been spoiled from his earliest infancy Camels, which were rarely seen in Egypt Can such love be wrong? ”