at anything
     Would have liked him to be blind only so far as he was concerned
     Yes, we are in the way here
     Yield to their customs, and not pooh-pooh their amusements
     You are in a conquered country, which is still more dangerous
     You play with happiness as a child plays with a rattle
     You love me, therefore you do not know me
     You have considerable patience for a lover
     You are talking too much about it to be sincere
     You can not make an omelette without first breaking the eggs
     You must be pleased with yourself—­that is more essential
     You are playing ‘who loses wins!’
     You suffer?  Is fate so just as that
     You ask Life for certainties, as if she had any to give you
     You must always first get the tobacco to burn evenly
     You a law student, while our farmers are in want of hands
     You believe in what is said here below and not in what is done
     You turn the leaves of dead books
     You must take me with my own soul! 
     You may know the game by the lair
     Your great weapon is silence
     Youth is to judge of the world from first impressions