Aeschylus
Aeschylus
Aeschyluswas an ancient Greek tragedian. His plays, alongside those of Sophocles and Euripides, are the only works of Classical Greek literature to have survived. He is often described as the father of tragedy: critics and scholars' knowledge of the genre begins with his work, and understanding of earlier tragedies is largely based on inferences from his surviving plays. According to Aristotle, he expanded the number of characters in theater to allow conflict among them, whereas characters previously had interacted only...
NationalityGreek
ProfessionPoet
future forget forget-it
The future you shall know when it has come; before then, forget it.
time
Time cleanses what it touches over time.
thought-provoking young antiquity
To learn is to be young, however old.
pain truth want
Nothing forces us to know What we do not want to know Except pain
suffering
Only through suffering do we learn
home men battle
They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn
party men two-sides
ATHENA: There are two sides to this dispute. I've heard only one half the argument. (...) So you two parties, summon your witnesses, set out your proofs, with sworn evidence to back your stories. Once I've picked the finest men in Athens, I'll return. They'll rule fairly in this case, bound by a sworn oath to act with justice.
thank-you ties guests
Pleasantest of all ties is the tie of host and guest.
art stronger
Necessity is stronger far than art.
cheer believe fate
My friends, whoever has had experience of evils knows how whenever a flood of ills comes upon mortals, a man fears everything; but whenever a divine force cheers on our voyage, then we believe that the same fate will always blow fair.
men shadow wipe
Alas for the affairs of men! When they are fortunate you might compare them to a shadow; and if they are unfortunate, a wet sponge with one dash wipes the picture away.
moving light golden
The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun...
friendship trust no-friends
For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.
long scruples wells
We spoil ourselves with scruples long as things go well.