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AESCHYLUS QUOTES


Time as he grows old teaches all things.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.

AESCHYLUS, The Libation Bearers

Memory is the mother of all wisdom.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

Death is better, a milder fate than tyranny.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

Dreaming is a light pastime, of fortune more golden than gold.

AESCHYLUS, The Libation Bearers

Call no man happy till he is dead.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

God's mouth knows not how to speak falsehood, but he brings to pass every word.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

It is always in season for old men to learn.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

Words are the physicians of a mind diseased.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

Success is man’s god.

AESCHYLUS, The Libation Bearers

My fate is angry if I obey these,
But angry if I slaughter
This child, the beauty of my house,
With maiden blood shed staining
These father's hands beside the altar.
What of these things goes now without disaster?
How shall I fail my ships
And lose my faith of battle?

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

For a deadly blow let him pay with a deadly blow; it is for him who has done a deed to suffer.

AESCHYLUS, The Libation Bearers

There is not any armor
In gold against perdition
For him who spurns the high altar
Of Justice down into the darkness.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

The female force, the desperate
Love crams its resisted way
On marriage and the dark embrace
Of brute beasts, of mortal men.

AESCHYLUS, The Libation Bearers

There is no disease I spit on more than treachery.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

A great ox stands on my tongue.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

It is like a woman indeed
To take rapture before the fact is shown for true.
They believe too easily, are too quick to shift
From ground to ground; and swift indeed
The rumor voiced by a woman dies again.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

Of what thing can we speak, and strike more close,
Than of the sorrows they who bore us have given...
For we are bloody like the wolf
And savage born from the savage mother.

AESCHYLUS, The Libation Bearers

Wisdom comes through suffering.
Trouble, with its memories of pain,
Drips in our hearts as we try to sleep,
So men against their will
Learn to practice moderation.
Favours come to us from gods.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

What is pleasanter than the tie of host and guest?

AESCHYLUS, The Libation Bearers

The gods fail not to mark
Those who have killed many.
The black Furies stalking the man
Fortunate beyond all right
Wrench back again the set of his life
And drop him to darkness.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

I well know that mirror of friendship, shadow of a shade.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

But, as a beam balances, so
Sudden disasters wait, to strike
Some in the brightness, some in gloom

AESCHYLUS, The Libation Bearers

Willingly no one chooses the yoke of slavery.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

When a match has equal partners, then I fear not.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

Pride has always gone before a fall.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

The gods know, and we call upon the gods; they know
How we are spun in circles like seafarers, in
What storms. But if we are to win, and our ship live,
From one small seed could burgeon an enormous tree.

AESCHYLUS, The Libation Bearers

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

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

Exiles feed on hope.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

Then beneath the earth those hidden blessings for man, bronze, iron, silver and gold—who can claim to have discovered before me? No one, I am sure, who wants to speak to the purpose. In one short sentence understand it all: every art of mankind comes from Prometheus.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

I judge by deeds not words.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

For seeing they saw not, and hearing they understood not, but like shapes in a dream they wrought all the days of their lives in confusion.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

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

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

It is an easy thing for one whose foot is on the outside of calamity to give advice and to rebuke the sufferer.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

Time brings all things to pass.

AESCHYLUS, The Libation Bearers

And Righteousness is a shining in
The smoke of mean houses.
Her blessing is on the just man.
From high hills starred with gold by reeking hands
She turns back
With eyes that glance away into the simple in heart,
Spurning the strength of gold
Stamped with false flattery.
And all things she steers to fulfillment.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one's life.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

Hear now the sorry tale

Of mortal man. A thing of no avail
He was, until a living mind I wrought
Within him, and new mastery of thought.
I cast no blame on man; I do but crave
To show what love was in the gifts I gave.
I tell you, sight they had but saw in vain;
Hearing, but heard not; as shapes wax and wane
In dreams, aimless for ever and confused,
They moved; no binding of the clay they used,
No craft of wood, to build in the bright sun
Their dwellings; but like feeble ants wind-blown,
Hid them in crannied caves, far from the day;
No seasons did they know, no signs to say
When winter cold should come, nor flowery spring,
Nor summer with his fruit, but everything
They did was without knowledge, till their eyes
Were oped by me to see the stars that rise,
And them that sink to heaven's obscurer parts.
Then Number, Number, queen of all the arts,
I showed them, and the craft which stroke to stroke
Added, till words came and the letters spoke;
The all-remembering wonder, the unworn
And edged tool, whence every Muse is born.
Beasts of the forest and the field I broke
To harness, made them servants to the yoke
And carriers who might lift from man the pain
Of extreme toil; I hanselled to the rein
The gentle steed, and in the chariot tied
For rich men who would glory in their pride.
I made, none else, for mariners the free
And flaxen-winged chariots of the sea.
Alas, all these new wisdoms I could find
For mortals, but no wisdom to unbind
These mine own fetters -- nay, nor hope of it.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound