He who goes unenvied shall not be admired.
Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.
There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.
But time growing old teaches all things.
I would rather be ignorant than knowledgeable of evils.
Rumours voiced by women come to nothing.
What atonement is there for blood spilt upon the earth?
For hostile word let hostile word be paid.
It is best for the wise man not to seem wise.
The man whose authority is recent is always stern.
Wisdom comes through suffering. Trouble, with its memories of pain, Drips in our hearts as we try to sleep, So men against their will Learn to practice moderation. Favours come to us from gods.
And one who is just of his own free will shall not lack for happiness; and he will never come to utter ruin.
He who learns must suffer.
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.
They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn.
By polluting clear water with slime you will never find good drinking water.
I, schooled in misery, know many purifying rites, and I know where speech is proper and where silence.
Search well and be wise, nor believe that self-willed pride will ever be better than good counsel.
What exists outside is a man’s concern; let no woman give advice; and do no mischief within doors.
For know that no one is free, except Zeus.
It is easy when we are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted.
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…
Words are doctors for the diseased temper.
And there they ring the walls, the young, the lithe. The handsome hold the graves they won in Troy; the enemy earth rides over those who conquered.
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
My will is mine…I shall not make it soft for you.
Time brings all things to pass.
Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.
If you pour oil and vinegar into the same vessel, you would call them not friends but opponents.
Self-will in the man who does not reckon wisely is by itself the weakest of all things.
What good is it to live a life that brings pains?
For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another’s happiness.
The one knowing what is profitable, and not the man knowing many things, is wise.
Words are the physicians of a mind diseased.
And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.
His resolve is not to seem the bravest, but to be.
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.
To be free from evil thoughts is God’s best gift.
Death is softer by far than tyranny.
She looked just like a painting dying to speak.
What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?
It is good even for old men to learn wisdom.
