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 man, the one on top, is the true parent, while she, a stranger, foster's a stranger's sprout. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
The seed of mortals broods o'er passing things, and hath nought surer than the smoke-cloud's shadow. — 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
