le, 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 b