Greek dramatist (525 B.C.-456 B.C.)
There is a time when fear is good and ought to remain seated as a guardian of the heart.
AESCHYLUS
The Eumenides
Learning is ever in the freshness of its youth, even for the old.
AESCHYLUS
Agamemnon
Some are lapped in night, where all things are undone.
AESCHYLUS
The Libation Bearers
Nought is there in wealth that serves as bulwark 'gainst the subtle stealth Of Destiny and Doom.
AESCHYLUS
Agamemnon
It is an easy thing for one whose foot is on the outside of calamity to give advice and to rebuke the sufferer.
AESCHYLUS
Prometheus Bound
Chanting aloud in realms below
The dead are wroth;
Against their slayers yet their ire doth glow.
AESCHYLUS
The Libation Bearers
The popular voice has much potency.
AESCHYLUS
Agamemnon
Ye waves
That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe
Your crisped smiles.
AESCHYLUS
Prometheus Chained
God loves to help him who strives to help himself.
AESCHYLUS
fragment
Out of respect, a man must veil his words when talking with a woman, but with a man he can frankly say whatever's on his mind.
AESCHYLUS
Libation Bearers
Neither a life of anarchy nor one beneath a despot should you praise; to all that lies in the middle a god has given excellence.
AESCHYLUS
The Eumenides
God ever works with those that work with will.
AESCHYLUS
fragment
Nor does night conceal men's deeds of ill, but whatsoe'er thou dost, think that some God beholds it.
AESCHYLUS
fragment
Not for laggards doth a contest wait.
AESCHYLUS
fragment, Glaukos Potnieus
For a single path leads to the house of Hades.
AESCHYLUS
fragment, Telephos
The man who does ill, ill must suffer too.
AESCHYLUS
fragment
Joy steals upon me, such joy as calls forth tears.
AESCHYLUS
Agamemnon
Respect the altar of Justice and do not, looking to profit, dishonor it by spurning with godless foot; for punishment will come upon you.
AESCHYLUS
The Eumenides
For wide, ah! wide is the woe when the foeman has mounted the wall;
There is havoc and terror and flame, and the dark smoke broods over all,
And wild is the war-god's breath, as in frenzy of conquest he springs,
And pollutes with the blast of his lips the glory of holiest things!
AESCHYLUS
The Seven Against Thebes
And all the country echoeth with the moan,
And poureth many a tear
For that magnific power
Of ancient days far-seen that thou didst share
With those of one blood sprung;
And all the mortal men who hold the plain
Of holy Asia as their land of sojourn,
They grieve in sympathy
For thy woes lamentable.
AESCHYLUS
Prometheus Bound