“For Ares, lord of strife, Who doth the swaying scales of battle hold, War’s money-changer, giving dust for gold, Sends back, to hearts that held them dear, Scant ash of warriors, wept with many a tear, Light to the hand, but heavy to the soul; Yea, fills the light urn full With what survived the flame— Death’s dusty measure of a hero’s frame!”
Aeschylus“By polluting clear water with slime you will never find good drinking water.”
Aeschylus“Ah, lives of men! When prosperous they glitter - Like a fair picture; when misfortune comes - A wet sponge at one blow has blurred the painting.”
Aeschylus“There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls.”
Aeschylus