Society and the World

This is what extremely grieves us, that a man who never fought Should contrive our fees to pilfer, one who for his native land Never to this day had oar, or lance, or blister in his hand.

To make the worse appear the better reason.

You have all the characteristics of a popular politician: a horrible voice, bad breeding, and a vulgar manner.

The gods Visit the sins of the fathers upon the children. 15

For then, in wrath, the Olympian Pericles Thundered and lightened, and confounded Hellas Enacting laws which ran like drinking songs. 1

An old man weds a tyrant, not a wife. 12

Humility, a sense of reverence before the sons of heaven— of all the prizes that a mortal man might win, these, I say, are wisest; these are best.

What is wisdom? What gift of the gods is held in glory like this: to hold your hand victorious over the heads of those you hate? Glory is precious forever.

What is wisdom? What gift of the gods is held in glory like this: to hold your hand victorious over the heads of those you hate? Glory is precious forever.

I would win my way to the coast, apple-bearing Hesperian coast of which the minstrels sing, where the Lord of the Ocean denies the voyager further sailing, and fixes the solemn limit of Heaven which giant Atlas upholds. There the streams flow with ambrosia by Zeus’s bed of love, and holy Earth, the giver of life, yields to the gods rich blessedness. 6

There is one thing alone that stands the brunt of life throughout its course: a quiet conscience.

We know the good, we apprehend it clearly, but we can’t bring it to achievement.

What greater grief than the loss of one’s native land.

O mortal man, think mortal thoughts!

A woman’s vows I write upon the wave.

Athens, nurse of men.

Stranger in a strange country.

War never slays a bad man in its course, But the good always! 9

War never slays a bad man in its course, But the good always! 9

Ships are only hulls, high walls are nothing, When no life moves in the empty passageways.

The ideal condition Would be, I admit, that men should be right by instinct; But since we are all likely to go astray, The reasonable thing is to learn from those who can teach.

Show me the man who keeps his house in hand, He’s fit for public authority.

Anarchy, anarchy! Show me a greater evil! This is why cities tumble and the great houses rain down, This is what scatters armies!

Anarchy, anarchy! Show me a greater evil! This is why cities tumble and the great houses rain down, This is what scatters armies!