It is a painful thing to look at your own trouble and know that you yourself and no one else has made it.
Wealth makes an ugly person beautiful to look on and an incoherent speech eloquent; and wealth alone can enjoy pleasure even in sickness and can conceal its miseries.
You clearly hate to yield, but you will regret it when your anger has passed. Such natures are justly the hardest for themselves to bear.
No greater evil can a man endure Than a bad wife, nor find a greater good Than one both good and wise; and each man speaks As judging by the experience of his life.
I should have praise and honor for what I have done: All these men here would praise me.
Were their lips not frozen shut with fear of you.
Ah the good fortune of kings. Licensed to say and do whatever the please. Antigone to Theben's king Creon.
What men have seen they know; But what shall come hereafter No man before the event can see, Nor what end waits for him.
You drive me back down my desperation--that unclouded incurable never forgotten evil growing inside my life.
Having advanced to the limit of boldness, child, you have stumbled against the lofty pedestal of Justice.
Fate has terrible power. You cannot escape it by wealth or war. No fort will keep it out, no ships outrun it.
When an oath is taken ... the mind is more attentive; for it guards against two things, the reproach of friends and offence against the gods.
Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.
Truly, to tell lies is not honorable; but when the truth entails tremendous ruin, to speak dishonorably is pardonable.
You see how when rivers are swollen in winter those trees that yield to the flood retain their branches, but those that offer resistance perish, trunk and all.
There is an ancient saying, famous among men, that thou shouldst not judge fully of a man's life before he dieth, whether it should be called blest or wretched.
Fear? What has a man to do with fear? Chance rules our lives, and the future is all unknown. Best live as we may, from day to day.
Goodbye to the sun that shines for me no longer.
Goodbye to the sun that shines for me no longer;.
The tyrant is a child of pride.
The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope.
The happiest life consists of ignorance,
Before you learn how to grieve or rejoice.
-- SOPHOCLES (496-406 B.C.).
Wonders are many, and none is more wonderful than man; the power that crosses the white sea, driven by the stormy wind, making a path under surges that threaten to engulf him.
There was the girl, screaming like an angry bird,
When it finds its nest left empt and little ones gone. -- Sentry.
All men make mistakes, but a good man yields when he knows his course is wrong, and repairs the evil. The only crime is pride.
Fortune raises up and fortune brings low both the man who fares well and the one who fares badly; and there is no prophet of the future for mortal men.
But whoever gives birth to useless children, what would you say of him except that he has bred sorrows for himself, and furnishes laughter for his enemies.
It is a base thing for a man among the people not to obey those in command. Never in a state can the laws be well administered when fear does not stand firm.
If it were possible to cure evils by lamentation and to raise the dead with tears, then gold would be a less valuable thing than weeping.
Whoever understands how to do a kindness when he fares well would be a friend better than any possession.
Whoever grows angry amid troubles applies a drug worse than the disease and is a physician unskilled about misfortunes.
Men may know many things by seeing; but no prophet can see before the event, nor what end waits for him.
Whoever thinks that he alone has speech, or possesses speech or mind above others, when unfolded such men are seen to be empty.
If you have done terrible things, you must endure terrible things; for thus the sacred light of injustice shines bright.
For the wretched one night is like a thousand; for someone faring well death is just one more night.
To give birth is a fearsome thing; there is no hating the child one has borne even when injured by it.
There are some who praise a man free from disease; to me no man who is poor seems free from disease but to be constantly sick.
Now I see that going out into the testing ground of men it is the tongue and not the deed that wins the day.
Those whose life is long still strive for gain, and for all mortals all things take second place to money.
If you were to offer a thirsty man all wisdom, you would not please him more than if you gave him a drink.