Footnotes
Zwei Seelen und ein Gedanke,
Zwei Herzen und ein Schlag.
[806:4] Translated by Maria Lovell.
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MISCELLANEOUS TRANSLATIONS.
Absolutism tempered by assassination.[807:1]
A Cadmean victory.[807:2]
After us the deluge.[807:3]
All is lost save honour.[807:4]
Appeal from Philip drunk to Philip sober.[807:5]
Architecture is frozen music.[807:6]
[[808]]
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Beginning of the end.[808:1]
Boldness, again boldness, and ever boldness.[808:2]
Dead on the field of honour.[808:3]
Defend me from my friends; I can defend myself from my enemies.[808:4]
Extremes meet.[808:5]
Hell is full of good intentions.[808:6]
History repeats itself.[808:7]
I am here: I shall remain here.[808:8]
I am the state.[808:9]
It is magnificent, but it is not war.[808:10]
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Leave no stone unturned.[809:1]
Let it be. Let it pass.[809:2]
Medicine for the soul.[809:3]
Nothing is changed in France; there is only one Frenchman more.[809:4]
Order reigns in Warsaw.[809:5]
Ossa on Pelion.[809:6]
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Scylla and Charybdis.[810:1]
Sinews of war.[810:2]
Talk of nothing but business, and despatch that business quickly.[810:3]
The empire is peace.[810:4]
The guard dies, but never surrenders.[810:5]
The king reigns, but does not govern.[810:6]
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The style is the man himself.[811:1]
"There is no other royal path which leads to geometry," said Euclid to Ptolemy I.[811:2]
There is nothing new except what is forgotten.[811:3]
They have learned nothing and forgotten nothing.[811:4]
We are dancing on a volcano.[811:5]
Who does not love wine, women, and song
Remains a fool his whole life long.[811:6]
God is on the side of the strongest battalions.[811:7]
Terrible he rode alone,
With his Yemen sword for aid;
Ornament it carried none
But the notches on the blade.
The Death Feud. An Arab War-song.[811:8]