But when once the earth has sucked up a dead man's blood, there is no way to raise him up. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Unjustly men hate death, which is the greatest defence against their many ills. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
For not many men, the proverb saith, can love a friend whom fortune prospereth unenvying. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Ah, lives of men! When prosperous they glitter - Like a fair picture; when misfortune comes - A wet sponge at one… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered. — 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
But when the dust has drunk the blood of men, no resurrection comes for one who's dead. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
For there below ground sits the Dark God, strong to call men to judgment; he sees all, and writes it in his… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
In few men is it part of nature to respect a friend's prosperity without begrudging him. — 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
