SERAPIS, by Georg Ebers, v4 [GE#65][ge65v10.txt]5504
Christianity had ceased to be the creed of the poor
He spoke with pompous exaggeration
Whether man were the best or the worst of created beings
SERAPIS, by Georg Ebers, v5 [GE#66][ge66v10.txt]5505
Great happiness, and mingled therefor with bitter sorrow
It is not by enthusiasm but by tactics that we defeat a foe
Rapture and anguish—who can lay down the border line
SERAPIS, by Georg Ebers, v6 [GE#67][ge67v10.txt]5506
What have I to care for but my child's happiness?
Faith is the true Herb of Grace. The intellect is its foe
SERAPIS, by Ebers, Complete [GE#68][ge68v10.txt]5507
Christian hypocrites who pretend to hate life and love death
Christianity had ceased to be the creed of the poor
Faith is the true Herb of Grace. The intellect is its foe
Great happiness, and mingled therefor with bitter sorrow
He may talk about the soul—what he is after is the girl
He spoke with pompous exaggeration
It is not by enthusiasm but by tactics that we defeat a foe
Love means suffering—those who love drag a chain with them
People who have nothing to do always lack time
Perish all those who do not think as we do
Pretended to see nothing in the old woman's taunts
Rapture and anguish—who can lay down the border line
Reason is a feeble weapon in contending with a woman
To her it was not a belief but a certainty
Trifling incident gains importance when undue emphasis is laid
Very hard to imagine nothingness
What have I to care for but my child's happiness?
Whether man were the best or the worst of created beings
Words that sounded kindly, but with a cold, unloving heart
ARACHNE, by Georg Ebers, v1 [GE#69][ge69v10.txt]5508
Cast my warning to the winds, pity will also fly away with it
Must—that word is a ploughshare which suits only loose soil
Tender and uncouth natural sounds, which no language knows
There is nothing better than death, for it is peace
Tone of patronizing instruction assumed by the better informed
Wait, child! What is life but waiting?