But all your [Creon’s] strength is weakness itself against The immortal unrecorded laws of God. They are not merely now: they were and shall be Forever, beyond man utterly.

Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

It is a good thing To escape from death, but it is not great pleasure To bring death to a friend.

Numberless are the world’s wonders, but none More wonderful than man.

It is not righteousness to outrage A brave man dead, not even though you hate him.

For God hates utterly The bray of bragging tongues.

I, whom proof hath taught of late How so far only should we hate our foes As though we soon might love them, and so far Do a friend service as to one most like Someday to prove our foe, since oftenest men In friendship but a faithless haven find. 3

Sleep that masters all.

For kindness begets kindness evermore, But he from whose mind fades the memory Of benefits, noble is he no more. 2

Nobly to live, or else nobly to die, Befits proud birth. 2