Old men, what are they? Fast fading the leaf, Three-footed they walk, yet frail as a child, As a dream set afloat… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Old men are children once again a dream that sways and wavers into the hard light of day. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
The so-called mother of the child isn't the child's begetter, but only a sort of nursing soil for the new-sown seed. The… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
“Yes, he had the heart to sacrifice his daughter, to bless the war that avenge the loss of a woman.” — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Arrogance is truly the child of impiety, but from health of soul comes happiness, dear to all, much prayed for. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
“They came back To widows, To fatherless children, To screams, to sobbing. The men came back As little clay jars Full of… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
“At home there tarries like a lurking snake, Biding its time, a wrath unreconciled, A wily watcher, passionate to slake, In blood,… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
“Hear the sum of the whole matter in the compass of one brief word — every art possessed by man comes from Prometheus.” — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
The cure is in the house, not brought by other hands from distant places, but by its own, in agony and blood. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
The tongue of slander is too prompt with wanton malice to wound the stranger. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
The holy heaven yearns to wound the earth, and yearning layeth hold on the earth to join in wedlock; the rain, fallen from the… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Zeus, first cause, prime mover; for what thing without Zeus is done among mortals? — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
God planteth in mortal men the cause of sin whensoever he wills utterly to destroy a house. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Human prosperity never rests but always craves more, till blown up with pride it totters and falls. From the opulent mansions pointed at by… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
