Euripides
Euripides
Euripideswas a tragedian of classical Athens. He is one of the few whose plays have survived, with the others being Aeschylus, Sophocles, and potentially Euphorion. Some ancient scholars attributed 95 plays to him but according to the Suda it was 92 at most. Of these, 18 or 19 have survived more or less complete and there are also fragments, some substantial, of most of the other plays. More of his plays have survived intact than those of Aeschylus and Sophocles...
NationalityGreek
ProfessionPoet
friendship clever ignorance
I would prefer as friend a good man ignorant than one more clever who is evil too.
pay debt literature
But learn that to die is a debt we must all pay.
depression mad insanity
Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes mad.
eye sunshine men
Danger gleams like sunshine to a brave man's eyes.
freedom errors
No one who lives in error is free.
literature parliament
Slight not what's near through aiming at what's far.
strong rich sexuality
It is a good thing to be rich and strong, but it is a better thing to be loved.
god-knows knows
The God knows when to smile.
laughter sleep blood
He is life's liberating force. He is release of limbs and communion through dance. He is laughter, and music in flutes. He is repose from all cares -- he is sleep! When his blood bursts from the grape and flows across tables laid in his honor to fuse with our blood, he gently, gradually, wraps us in shadows of ivy-cool sleep.
honest-woman honest remember
Remember this! No amount of Bacchic reveling can corrupt an honest woman.
mistake men true-power
Do not mistake the rule of force for true power. Men are not shaped by force.
blessed wine son
Young man, two are the forces most precious to mankind. The first is Demeter, the Goddess. She is the Earth -- or any name you wish to call her -- and she sustains humanity with solid food. Next came Dionysus, the son of the virgin, bringing the counterpart to bread: wine and the blessings of life's flowing juices. His blood, the blood of the grape, lightens the burden of our mortal misery. Though himself a God, it is his blood we pour out to offer thanks to the Gods. And through him, we are blessed.
freedom feet knees
I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.
revenge hate love-is
Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.