“Bethink thee of the adage, 'Call none blest, till peaceful death have crowned a life of weal.” — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Neither a life of anarchy nor one beneath a despot should you praise; to all that lies in the middle a god… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
A man dies not for the many wounds that pierce his breast, unless it be that life's end keep pace with death,… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
“Neither the life of anarchy nor the life enslaved by tyrants, no, worship neither. Strike the balance all in all and god… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Only when a man's life comes to its end in prosperity dare we pronounce him happy. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
For this our task hath Fate spun without fail to last for ever sure, that we on man weighed down with deeds… — 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
Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Neither a life of anarchy nor a life under a despot should you praise. To all that lies in the middle has… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
“CLYTEMNESTRA What ails thee, raising this ado for us? SLAVE I say the dead are come to slay the living.” — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
We must pronounce him fortunate who has ended his life in fair prosperity. — 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
