“It is very strange!  This head of mine hits upon more good ideas in an hour than a cool fellow like that has in a year, and yet I am beaten by him—­and if I am honest I can not but confess that it was not his luck alone, but his shrewdness that gained the victory.  He may be off as soon as he likes with his proud Hera—­I can find a dozen Aphrodites in Alexandria in her place!

“I resemble Hellas and he Rome, such as they are at present.  We flutter in the sunshine, and seize on all that satisfies our intellect or gratifies our senses:  they gaze at the earth, but walk on with a firm step to seek power and profit.  And thus they get ahead of us, and yet—­I would not change with them.”

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     A debtor, says the proverb, is half a prisoner
     Old women grow like men, and old men grow like women
     They get ahead of us, and yet—­I would not change with them

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     A subdued tone generally provokes an equally subdued answer
     A mere nothing in one man’s life, to another may be great
     A debtor, says the proverb, is half a prisoner
     Air of a professional guide
     And what is great—­and what is small
     Before you serve me up so bitter a meal (the truth)
     Behold, the puny Child of Man
     Blind tenderness which knows no reason
     By nature she is not and by circumstances is compelled to be
     Deceit is deceit
     Desire to seek and find a power outside us
     Evolution and annihilation
     Flattery is a key to the heart
     Hold pleasure to be the highest good
     If you want to catch mice you must waste bacon
     Inquisitive eyes are intrusive company
     Man is the measure of all things
     Man works with all his might for no one but himself
     Many a one would rather be feared than remain unheeded
     Museum of Alexandria and the Library
     Not yet fairly come to the end of yesterday
     Nothing permanent but change
     Nothing so certain as that nothing is certain
     Old women grow like men, and old men grow like women
     One hand washes the other
     Prefer deeds to words
     Priests that they should instruct the people to be obedient
     The altar where truth is mocked at
     They get ahead of us, and yet—­I would not change with them
     Virtues are punished in this world
     What are we all but puny children? 
     Who can be freer than he who needs nothing
     Who only puts on his armor when he is threatened