Few men have the natural strength to honour a friend's success without envy.
Aeschylus Quotations
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There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
Death is better, a milder fate than tyranny.
When a man's willing and eager, the gods join in.
I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope.
'Honour thy father and thy mother' stands written among the three laws of most revered righteousness.
Bronze is the mirror of the form wine, of the heart.
In war, truth is the first casualty.
Exiles feed on hope.
Learning is ever in the freshness of its youth, even for the old.
Time as he grows old teaches many lessons.
O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray,
To come to me: of cureless ills thou art
The one physician. Pain lays not its touch
Upon a corpse.
To come to me: of cureless ills thou art
The one physician. Pain lays not its touch
Upon a corpse.
For not many men, the proverb saith, can love a friend whom fortune prospereth unenvying.
Only when man's life comes to its end in prosperity can one call that man happy.
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
It is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath.
For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.
The future you shall know when it has come before then forget it.
I would far rather be ignorant than wise in the foreboding of evil.
The wisest of the wise may err.
The meaning I picked, the one that changed my life Overcome fear, behold wonder.
Time as he grows old teaches all things.
It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.
Words are the physicians of the mind diseased.
A prosperous fool is a grievous burden.
His resolve is not to seem, but to be, the best.
Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts:
Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured
Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed
By hymns of praise. From him alone of all
The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.
Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured
Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed
By hymns of praise. From him alone of all
The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.
Sweet is a grief well ended.
It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.
Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.