Every harlot was a virgin once. |
Every Mortal loss is an Immortal Gain. The Ruins of Time build Mansions in Eternity. |
Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night. |
Every tear from every eye / Becomes a babe in Eternity. |
Every thing possible to be believed is an image of truth. |
Every wolf 's and lion's howl / Raises from Hell a human soul. |
Every year we are growing by leaps and bounds. |
Everything that lives, lives not alone, nor for itself. |
Excess of sorrow laughs, excess of joy weeps. |
Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps. |
Expect poison from the standing water. |
Exuberance is beauty. |
Father! father! where are you going? / O do not walk so fast. / Speak, father, speak to your little boy, / Or else I shall be lost. |
Folly is the cloak of knavery. |
For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away. |