For the lips of Zeus do not know how to lie, but bring to fulfilment every word. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
For sufferers it is sweet to know before-hand clearly the pain that still remains for them. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Be it mine to draw from wisdom's fount, pure as it flows, that calm of soul which virtue only knows. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
God's mouth knows not how to speak falsehood, but he brings to pass every word. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Know yourself and fit yourself to new fashions. For there is a new ruler among the gods. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Obedience, you know, is Good Luck's mother, wedded to Salvation, they say. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
The truth Has to be melted out of our stubborn lives By suffering. Nothing speaks the truth, Nothing tells us how things… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
I pray the gods will give me some relief and end this weary job. One long full year I've been lying here,… — 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
