In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
But who can describe the overweening pride of men? Or women mad with passion, reckless in their hearts, soulmates to every kind… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Wisdom comes through suffering. Trouble, with its memories of pain, Drips in our hearts as we try to sleep, So men against… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
In our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart and in our own despair, against our will,… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
There is a time when fear is good and ought to remain seated as a guardian of the heart. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
For in the voyage of the heart, there is a freight of hatred, and the wind of wrath blows shrill. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Chorus: Zeus, who guided men to think who laid it down that wisdom comes alone through suffering. Still there drips in sleep… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Yet though a man gets many wounds in breast, He dieth not, unless the appointed time, The limit of his life's span,… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and… — 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
