Whenever a man makes haste, God too hastens with him.
For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another’s happiness.
Don’t you know this, that words are doctors to a diseased temperment?
For know that no one is free, except Zeus.
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart’s controls.
The evils of mortals are manifold; nowhere is trouble of the same wing seen.
The words of truth are simple.
Everyone’s quick to blame the alien.
I, schooled in misery, know many purifying rites, and I know where speech is proper and where silence.