Aeschylus Quotes

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Jars neither of wine nor of water shall fail in the houses of the rich.

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For mortal kind taketh thought only for the day, and hath no more surety than the shadow of smoke.

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Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.

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Ares ever loves to pluck all the fairest flower of an armed host.

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You'll see all other mortal sinners, the ones who flout the honor owed to gods or guests, or loving parents--you'll see them get the justice they deserve. For Hades holds men mightily to a strict accounting down below the earth; he sees all things, inscribes them within the book of his remembering.

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Once to die is better than length of days in sorrow without end.

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To the sick some gleam of comfort Flows from the knowledge of their pains to come.

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Out of respect, a man must veil his words when talking with a woman, but with a man he can frankly say whatever's on his mind.

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This is the law: blood spilt upon the ground cries out for more.

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The burning gaze of a young woman, such as hath tasted man, shall not escape me; for I have a spirit keen to mark these things.

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The act of evil breeds others to follow, young sins in its own likeness.

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Fortune is for all, judgment is theirs who have won it for themselves.

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God planteth in mortal men the cause of sin whensoever he wills utterly to destroy a house.

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Watchful are the Gods of all Hands with slaughter stained. The black Furies wait, and when a man Has grown by luck, not justice, great, With sudden overturn of chance They wear him to a shade, and, cast Down to perdition, who shall save him?

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Nought is there in wealth That serves as bulwark 'gainst the subtle stealth Of Destiny and Doom.

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

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When the black and mortal blood of man has fallen to the ground... who then can sing spells to call it back again?

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Misfortune wandering the same track lights now upon one and now upon another.

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Old men, what are they? Fast fading the leaf, Three-footed they walk, yet frail as a child, As a dream set afloat in the daylight.

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The holy heaven yearns to wound the earth, and yearning layeth hold on the earth to join in wedlock; the rain, fallen from the amorous heaven, impregnates the earth, and it bringeth forth for mankind the food of flocks and herds and Demeter's gifts; and from that moist marriage-rite the woods put on their bloom.

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Unjustly men hate death, which is the greatest defence against their many ills.

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But utterly without knowledge Moiled, until I the rising of the stars Showed them, and when they set, Though much obscure. Moreever, number, the most excellent Of all inventions, I for them devised, And gave them writing that retaineth all, The serviceable mother of the Muse.

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I know the nightly concourse of the stars And which of the sky's bright regents brings us storm, Which summer; when they set, and their uprisings.

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For by the will of the gods Fate hath held sway since ancient days.

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No one can count the terrors that the earth spawns, catastrophic, gruesome, and the vast arms of the sea swarm with brute monsters bent on harm, and everywhere between the sky and ground lights bloom by day in flares and sudden bolts; and birds and beasts alike can tell of the whirlwind's whirling wrath.

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

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

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Many among men are they who set high the show of honor, yet break justice.

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Alas, poor men, their destiny. When all goes well a shadow will overthrow it. If it be unkind one stroke of a wet sponge wipes all the picture out.

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For in pure maidens, knowing not the marriage-bed, the glance of the eyes sinks from shame.

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