Euripides Quotes

Naught is more hostile to a city than a despot; where he is, there are in the first place no laws common to all, but one man is tyrant, in whose keeping and in his alone the law resides, and in that case equality is at an end.

الناس يتساوون جميعاً في أمر واحد -سواء أكانوا من النبلاء أو الحقراء_ كلهم يحبون أولادهم. قد يختلفون فيما بينهم من حيث الثراء، البعض يمتلكون والبعض لا يمتلكون: ولكن السلالة البشرية كلها محبة لأطفالها بحكم الغريزة.

The good and wise lead quite lives

Notes of joy blend with the tearful dirge
When Apollo's voice rings forth,
when with his golden plectrum
He rouses rich music from his lute.
I too will chant the praise
Of one who has entered the night of the world below

Truth is simple by nature in the telling, and justice needs no cunning gloss of sophistries. It has a right measure of its own; but the argument that is unjust is sick in nature, and so needs the medicine of clever words.

the transcendent gladness of grapes and wine so beneficial to body, soul and psyche’s interior design.

There is strange tyranny in the god who sent
Against your house this cruel punishment.

If any man thinks wealth or power of greater worth To him who has them, than a good friend- he is mad.

So that many characters which passed as heroic, or at least presentable, in the kindly remoteness of legend, reveal some strange weakness when brought suddenly into the light. When the tradition is Satyric, as here, the same process produces almost an opposite effect. It is somewhat as though the main plot of a gross and jolly farce were pondered over and made more true to human character till it emerged as a refined and rather pathetic comedy.

God helps him who strives hard.

Cadmus: Shall we alone of all the city dance in Bacchus' honor?
Teiresias: Yea, for we alone are wise, the rest are mad.

A woman of hot temper - and a man the same -
Is a less dangerous enemy than one quiet and clever.

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.

Para mí quiero, antes que un rico, un Pobre que tenga un alma grande.

OR. For night is the time for thieves, the light for truth.