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"Ich danke meinem Gott I thank my God that I've never taken up a rifle during the whole war, and I've been in it since the beginning. No human being has lost his life through me, thank God." "Was für'n Zweck hat es What's the good of shooting each other like this? The heads ought to come and fight it out amongst themselves." "It's good for politicians and profiteers für die ist's gut."
'Ich ... gabe ... We had better speak Russian, said the old man. 'Ah, ah! so that's how it is.... To be sure ... And the consultation began. Half-an-hour later Anna Sergyevna, conducted by Vassily Ivanovitch, came into the study. The doctor had had time to whisper to her that it was hopeless even to think of the patient's recovery.
Schiller's version runs thus: Der ganze Saal war Ohr, jedweder Mund verschlossen, Und Fuerst Aeneas, hingegossen Auf hohem Polstersitz, begann: Dein Wille, Koenigin, macht Wunden wieder bluten, Die keine Sprache schildern kann: Wie Trojas Stadt verging in Feuerfluten, Den Jammer willst du wissen, die Gefahr, Wovon ich Zeuge, ach, und meistens Opfer war.
Helen told him countless stories, and made countless half-comprehended witticisms, and darted a great many mischievous glances which were comprehended much better; when they had passed within the gates of Fairview, being on private land she felt even less need of restraint, and sang "Dich, theure Halle, gruss' ich wieder!" and laughed at her own cleverness quite as much as if her companion had understood it all.
He opened the lesson book and read in English, with a strong German accent, "Heff you die hett of die poy found?" Then he looked at her ardently, as if he had just uttered the most delicate sentiment. Jenny smiled, and read what she considered to be an appropriate answer. "Nein, ich hab die slissell meine Grossmutter " She looked at him for approval, "Schlüssel," corrected Poons.
After this Rafael answered her angrily, and let nothing pass without retaliation, rough, savage retaliation; he was worse than she was. "But God bless me!" said good-natured Hans Ravn at length, "how you are altered, Rafael!" His genial kindly eyes gazed at him with a look which Rafael never forget. "Ja, ich kan es nicht mehr aushalten" said the young Fru Ravn, with tears in her eyes.
H. wrote to you about the Aix Musical Festival, which, upon the whole, was satisfactory, both in arrangement and execution, although OUR FRIEND Hiller may demonstrate in the COLOGNE GAZETTE that I have no talent either as a conductor or a composer. The TANNHAUSER overture went splendidly, and your autogragh "ich lieg und besitze, lasst mich schlafen" has given me a happy moment.
It is great, powerful, profound, but there is still pride in it, and even selfishness. For the center of the universe is still the self, the great Ich of Fichte.
When hatred is kindled, a man will sometimes go so far as to first kill his beloved and then himself. Examples of this kind are brought before our notice yearly in the newspapers. Therefore Goethe says truly: "Bei aller verschm�hten Liebe, beim h�llichen Elemente! Ich wollt', ich w�sst' was �rger's, das ich fluchen k�nnte!"
'You must kindle some fire too, for hold mich der deyvil, Ich bin ganz gefrorne! 'It is a cold place, to be sure, said Glossin, gathering together some decayed staves of barrels and pieces of wood, which had perhaps lain in the cavern since Hatteraick was there last. 'Cold?
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