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"A cat may have nine lives, but a wise person has a hundred."
"Pleasure is a kind servant, but a cruel master."
"Wisdom is the greatest speaker in history; nature, second. Folly is the worst speaker in history; fools, second."
"When I was young, I thought it is thunder that kills people. But when I learnt physics in the high school, I discovered that it is rather the lightning that does the killing. The voice of the thunder itself is just a noise. The lightning is the poise!"
"True education is more powerful than money or weapons. It is the key to a magical land where nothing is impossible."
"A small idea with wings will take you higher than a big one with legs."
Explore more quotes by Aeschylus
"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."
"The anvil of justice is planted firm, and fate who makes the sword does the forging in advance."
"Oh, the torment bred in the race, the grinding scream of deathand the stroke that hits the vein,the hemorrhage none can staunch, the grief,the curse no man can bear.But there is a cure in the house, and not outside it, no,not from others but from them,their bloody strife. We sing to you,dark gods beneath the earth.Now hear, you blissful powers underground - answer the call, send help.Bless the children, give them triumph now."
"If a man suffers ill, let it be without shame; for this is the only profit when we are dead. You will never say a good word about deeds that are evil and disgraceful."
"Search well and be wise, nor believe that self-willed pride will ever be better than good counsel."
"So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle stricken with a dart Said when he saw the fashion of the shaft 'With our own feathers not by others' hands Are we now smitten.'"
"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!"
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