Do not mourn the dead with the belly.
There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.
How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.
Boy, those Germans have a word for everything!
A man dies still if he has done nothing, as one who has done much.
Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,- Such men as live in these degenerate days.