230 Quotes About Willis-barnstone

My nurse was the island of Tyros,and Attic land of Syrian Gadara wasmy birthplace. I was sired by Eukrates —I, Meleagros, friend of the Musesand first to waken to the Graces ofMenippos. A Syrian? What if I am?Stranger, we all live in one country: the world.Out of one chaos were all men born.In my old age I traced these letterson the slab before my grave,knowing that old men are neighbors to death.Passerby, wish me well, the talkative old man,and you may also reach a loquacious old age.

Best of all things is never to be born,never to know the light of sharp sun.But being born, then bestto pass quickly as one can through the gates of Hell,and there lie under the massive shield of earth.

With mindless bravura Ares washed his long sleek arrowheadsin the crimson waters within their chests,and dust now lies not on the living flesh of javeliners,but on the vivid remnants of lifeless bodies.

All these victors from the Tyrrhenian warswe're on their way to Apollo at Delphwith their first plunderwhen they found, their graveon one night, in one ship, in one deep sea.

All these victors from the Tyrrhenian warswere on their way to Apollo at Delphiwith their first plunderwhen they found, their graveon one night, in one ship, in one deep sea.

If you are a simple mortal, do not speakof tomorrow or how long this man may be among the happy, for change comes suddenly like the shifting flight of a dragonfly.

One thousand years, ten thousand years are but a tiny dot,the smallest segment of a point,an invisible hair.

Without the gods a man or city can do nothing.Only God knows everything, and mansuffers for what he does.There is no evilman may not expect, and soonGod wipes away the few thingshe may have done.

Most beautiful of things I leave is sunlight,then come glazing stars and the moon's face,then ripe cucumbers and apples and pears.