Yesterday my daughter took me to a second-hand shop in a kind of icky part of town. It was a decent shop, though; we tried on a number of things. She REALLY wanted a purse, but I told her I was nearly broke and we'd come back another time.
Two doors down was a second-hand bookshop where we also went 'just to look,' though soon she had a pile of books in her arms and I, too, had 2-3 interesting books picked out. I made her choose two, which apparently meant three, and I got a slim collection of aphorisms by Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach. She published a number of stories more than a hundred years ago, but is known now mostly for the aphorisms.
Here are a couple bad translations:
To want to clear oneself of unjust suspicion is either superfluous or futile. (p. 73)
The hungry are more easily helped than the overfed. (p. 47)
What is regret? The grief that we are what we are. (p. 32)
All disappointments are nothing in comparison with those we have in ourselves. (p. 47)
The more you love yourself, the more you are your own enemy. (p. ?)
Clumsy flattery can be more humiliating than well-founded reproach. (p. 67)