Aeschylus Quotes

Nor does night conceal men's deeds of ill, but whatsoe'er thou dost, think that some God beholds it.

And now it goes as it goes and where it ends is Fate. And neither by singeing flesh nor tipping cups of wine nor shedding burning tears can you enchant away the rigid Fury.

May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night.

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.

The field of doom bears death as its harvest.

Time waxing old can many a lesson teach.

No bribes. Nothing that passes under the roof of a temple Or under the roof of the mouth, can appease heaven's anger Or deflect its aim.

Whenever a man makes haste, God too hastens with him.

If a man should wanton walk with crime ... he shall find in death no great deliverance.

His resolve is not to seem the bravest, but to be.

Know yourself and fit yourself to new fashions. For there is a new ruler among the gods.

Success is man's god.

On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.

The best by far is to marry in one's own rank.

If a man suffers ill, let it be without shame; for this is the only profit when we are dead. You will never say a good word about deeds that are evil and disgraceful.

A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.

Long tarries destiny, But comes to those who pray.

I pray for no more youth To perish before its prime; That Revenge and iron-heated War May fade with all that has gone before Into the night of time.

The power that holds the sky's majesty wins our worship.

No man looks with love on deeds that to the high Gods hateful prove.

For the mighty, even to give away is grace.

Truly upon mortals cometh swift of foot their evil and his offence upon him that trespasseth against Right.

To mourn and bewail your ill-fortune, when you will gain a tear from those who listen, this is worth the trouble.

The cure is in the house, not brought by other hands from distant places, but by its own, in agony and blood.

To make wail and lament for one's ill fortune, when one will win a tear from the audience, is well worthwhile.

Lustre of man walking proud beneath the sky diminishes to nothing and goes unregarded.

God ever works with those who work with will.

The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.

Old men are children once again a dream that sways and wavers into the hard light of day.

In the sinews of the dead there is no blood.

Old age hath stronger sense of right than youth.

Ye waves That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe Your crisped smiles.

Bonds and the pangs of hunger are excellent prophet doctors for the wits.

To be fortunate is God, and more than God to mortals.

Who apart from the gods is without pain for his whole lifetime's length?

They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn

There is no disgrace in an enemy suffering ill at an enemy's hand, when you hate mutually.

Let there be wealth without tears; enough for the wise man who will ask no further.

But I must bear my destiny as best I can, knowing well that there is no resisting the strength of necessity.

Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.

It's a man's jobno place for women's plans here!what lies outside. Stay home and cause no trouble.

When a match has equal partners then I fear not.

This is a sickness rooted and inherent in the nature of a tyranny: that he that holds it does not trust his friends.

For not many men, the proverb saith, can love a friend whom fortune prospereth unenvying.

. . . it is yours women's to be silent and stay within doors.

As long as there are men the bulwark is safe.

Pleasantest of all ties is the tie of host and guest.

There is a limit to the best of health, disease is always a near neighbor.

With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.

Only when a man's life comes to its end in prosperity dare we pronounce him happy.