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No use to this age, I throw myself back upon that other

No way found to tranquillity that is good in common

Noble and rich, where examples of virtue are rarely lodged

Nobody prognosticated that I should be wicked, but only useless

Noise of arms deafened the voice of laws

None of the sex, let her be as ugly as the devil thinks lovable

Nor get children but before I sleep, nor get them standing

Nor have other tie upon one another, but by our word

Nosegay of foreign flowers, having furnished nothing of my own

Not a victory that puts not an end to the war

Not being able to govern events, I govern myself

Not believe from one, I should not believe from a hundred

Not certain to live till I came home

Not conceiving things otherwise than by this outward bark

Not conclude too much upon your mistress's inviolable chastity

Not for any profit, but for the honour of honesty itself

Not having been able to pronounce one syllable, which is No!

Not in a condition to lend must forbid himself to borrow

Not melancholic, but meditative

Not to instruct but to be instructed

Not want, but rather abundance, that creates avarice

Nothing can be a grievance that is but once

Nothing falls where all falls

Nothing is more confident than a bad poet

Nothing is so firmly believed, as what we least know

Nothing is so supple and erratic as our understanding

Nothing noble can be performed without danger

Nothing presses so hard upon a state as innovation

Nothing so grossly, nor so ordinarily faulty, as the laws

Nothing tempts my tears but tears

Nothing that so poisons as flattery

Number of fools so much exceeds the wise

O Athenians, what this man says, I will do

O my friends, there is no friend: Aristotle

O wretched men, whose pleasures are a crime

O, the furious advantage of opportunity!

Obedience is never pure nor calm in him who reasons and disputes

Obliged to his age for having weaned him from pleasure

Observed the laws of marriage, than I either promised or expect

Obstinacy and contention are common qualities

Obstinacy is the sister of constancy

Obstinancy and heat in argument are the surest proofs of folly

Obstinate in growing worse

Occasion to La Boetie to write his "Voluntary Servitude"

Occasions of the least lustre are ever the most dangerous

Occupy our thoughts about the general, and about universal cause

Of the fleeting years each steals something from me

Office of magnanimity openly and professedly to love and hate

Oftentimes agitated with divers passions

Old age: applaud the past and condemn the present

Old men who retain the memory of things past

Omit, as incredible, such things as they do not understand

On all occasions to contradict and oppose

One door into life, but a hundred thousand ways out

One may be humble out of pride

One may more boldly dare what nobody thinks you dare

One may regret better times, but cannot fly from the present

One must first know what is his own and what is not

Only desire to become more wise, not more learned or eloquent

Only secure harbour from the storms and tempests of life

Only set the humours they would purge more violently in work

Open speaking draws out discoveries, like wine and love

Opinions they have of things and not by the things themselves

Opinions we have are taken on authority and trust

Opposition and contradiction entertain and nourish them

Option now of continuing in life or of completing the voyage

Order a purge for your brain, it will there be much better

Order it so that your virtue may conquer your misfortune

Ordinances it (Medicine)foists upon us

Ordinary friendships, you are to walk with bridle in your hand

Ordinary method of cure is carried on at the expense of life

Others adore all of their own side

Ought not only to have his hands, but his eyes, too, chaste

Ought not to expect much either from his vigilance or power

Ought to withdraw and retire his soul from the crowd

Our extremest pleasure has some sort of groaning

Our fancy does what it will, both with itself and us

Our judgments are yet sick

Our justice presents

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