“But the lust for power never dies- men cannot have enough.No one will lift a hand to send it from his door, to give it warning, 'Power, never come again!”
“Αἰσχύλον Εὐφορίωνος Ἀθηναῖον τόδε κεύθειμνῆμα καταφθίμενον πυροφόροιο Γέλας·ἀλκὴν δ' εὐδόκιμον Μαραθώνιον ἄλσος ἂν εἴποικαὶ βαθυχαιτήεις Μῆδος ἐπιστάμενοThis gravestone covers Aeschylus, son of Euphorion, from Athens, who died in fertile Gela. The field of Marathon will speak of his bravery, and so will the long haired Mede who knew it well.”
“CLYTEMNESTRAWhat ails thee, raising this ado for us?SLAVEI say the dead are come to slay the living.”
“It is easy when we are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted.”
“At home there tarries like a lurking snake, Biding its time, a wrath unreconciled, A wily watcher, passionate to slake, In blood, resentment for a murdered child.”
“In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain”