Greek Tragic Playwright, Last of the Three Great Tragedians of Classical Athens (others being Aeschylus and Sophocles)
"Know we how many tomorrows the gods intend for our todays. Life is a short affair; we should try to make it smooth, and free from strife."
"Knowledge is not wisdom: cleverness is not, not without awareness of our death, not without recalling just how brief our flare is. He who overreaches will, in his overreaching, lose what he possesses, betray what he has now. That which is beyond us, which is greater than the human, the unattainably great, is for the mad, or for those who listen to the mad, and then believe them."
"Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs."
"Let them that are happy talk of piety; he that would work his adversary woe must take no account of laws."
"Man doom'd to care, to pain, disease, and strife, walks his short journey through the vale of life, watchful, attends the cradle and the grave, and passing generations longs to save: Last dies himself; yet wherefore should we mourn? For man must to his kindred dust return; submit to the destroying hand of fate, as ripen'd ears the harvest-sickle wait."
"May he die with no joy at his end, The man who won't be troubled To unlock the keys of his heart and make a friend."
"My son! More likely to love your friends, and abhor your enemies: but beware that transcends borders and Taathor."
"No one is truly free, they are a slave to wealth, fortune, the law, or other people restraining them from acting according to their will."
"Nobles parents suffer the good reputations of any shameful act has been committed by their children."
"O Dionysus, Son of God, do you see our sufferings? Do you see your faithful in helpless agony before the oppressor? O Lord, come down from Olympus, shake your golden thyrsus and stifle the murderer's insolent fury."
"O Dionysus, we feel you near, stirring like molten lava under the ravaged earth, flowing from the wounds of your trees in tears of sap, screaming with the rage of your hunted beasts."
"O Zeus! Why did you create your wife? And this evil with his false splendor of heaven Rays allowed to pour? Ile in order to continue the human race, you do without women could not? Ile of his for copper and gold temples Ile silver could not have sons you sell, What is worth, freeing us from the home wives? What evil wife, I did not prove difficult. own father for his daughter, her cherished, a stranger gives dowry - Deliver His only daughter of. Her husband, of course, decorated with a rose garden of poisoning, is delighted with her. Similarly doll Ile fake diamond, he wife battling to recover more expensive. But nischit wife and husband, and nothing more. And well, who came into the house insignificant creation to no evil, no good could come up with. But clever! God forbid, if in it an inch bigger than the other, Mind over this Aphrodite only benefit - it would be treachery. Contrary, that which nature resenting his wife, at least, the trick Kipridy will not go."
"Of all the evils that infest a state, a tyrant is the greatest; his sole will commands the laws, and lords it over them."
"Of mortals there is no one who is happy. If wealth flows in upon one, one may be perhaps Luckier than one's neighbor, but still not happy."
"Oh, if I had Orpheus' voice and poetry with which to move the Dark Maid and her Lord, I'd call you back, dear love, from the world below. I'd go down there for you. Charon or the grim King's dog could not prevent me then from carrying you up into the fields of light."
"Oh, say, how call ye this, To face, and smile, the comrade whom his kiss Betrayed? Scorn? Insult? Courage? None of these: 'tis but of all man's inward sicknesses the vilest, that he knoweth not of shame nor pity! Yet I praise him that he came . . . to me it shall bring comfort, once to clear my heart on thee, and thou shalt wince to hear."