Quotes from Aeschylus

Write what I tell you in your book of memory.

Cry, cry for death, but good win out in glory in the end.

Break, heart; flow, tears, for-ever.

Commander against commander, brother against brother, enemy against enemy, I will take my stand. Quick, bring my greaves to protect against spears and stones!

By Hades, I wish Goodreads.com would make it mandatory to cite the literary source in quotes.

So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft, 'With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.

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

I know the stars by heart, the armies of the night, and there in the lead the ones that bring us snow or the crops of summer, bring us all we have-- our great blazing kings of the sky, I know them, when they rise and when they fall . . .

Yet the insidious guile of god—what mortal man can escape it? Who with agile foot can lightly overleap and escape its toils?

It is tempting For the winner, who might have lost his life, To take all. And to destroy whatever cannot be taken. Let us pray they restrain themselves.

Every thing has been achieved except for the gods to rule; for no one is free save Jupiter.

Even so is the Libyan fable famed abroad: the eagle, pierced by the bow-sped shaft, looked at the feathered device, and said, "Thus, not by others, but by means of our own plumage, are we slain.

I know how men in exile feed on dreams.

Thou beholdest a spectacle ill-sighted to the eye. (Vulcan)

Yes, he had the heart to sacrifice his daughter, to bless the war that avenge the loss of a woman.

Old age that's quick to learn is always young.

Furono saggi i nostri padri, facendo questa legge: che chi avesse le mani insanguinate non potesse farsi vedere né avere contatto con nessuno; e l'espiazione fosse l'esilio, non la morte. Ché, se no, ci sarebbe sempre stato uno implicato nel sangue: quello con l'ultima sozzura sulle mani.

Neither a life of anarchy nor a life under a despot should you praise. To all that lies in the middle has a god given excellence.

Ah, lives of men! When prosperous they glitter - Like a fair picture; when misfortune comes - A wet sponge at one blow has blurred the painting.

Every ruler is harsh whose laws is new.

Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.

What good is it to live a life that brings pains?

Whoever is new to power is always harsh.

It is a light thing for whoever keeps his foot outside trouble to advise and counsel him that suffers.