230 Quotes About Willis-barnstone

No man, Aisimides, who bows to the mud-slingingmob has ever been capable of profound pleasures.

If you irritate the wound, Perikles, no manin our city will enjoy the festivities.These men were washed under by the thudding seawaves,and the hearts in our chest are swollen with pain.Yet against this incurable misery, the godsgive us the harsh medicine of endurance.Sorrows come and go, friend, and now they strike usand we look with horror on the bleeding sores,yet tomorrow others will mourn the dead. I tell you,hold back your feminine tears and endure.

One big thing I understand:I know how to spit back with black venomagainst the man who wrongs me.

A life of doing nothing is good for old men,especially if they are simple in their ways,or stupid, or inane in their endless blabberas old men tend to be.

Let brawling waves beat his shipagainst the shore, and have the mop-haired Thracianstake him naked at Salmydessos,and he will suffer a thousand calamities as he chews the bread of slaves.His body will stiffen in freezing surfas he wrestles with slimy seaweed,and his teeth will rattle like a helpless dog,flopped on his belly in the surge,puking out the brine. Let me watch him grovelin mud—for the wrong he did me:as a traitor he trampled on our good faith,he who was once my comrade.

Go take your cup and walk along the timber deckOf our roaming ship; drain the hollow casksOf all their red wine. How can we stay soberon the watch when all the rest are drunk?

Now chasms and mountain summits are asleep,and sierra slopes and ravines;creeping things nourished by the dark earth,hillside beasts and generations of bees,monsters in the depths of the purple brine,all lie asleep, and also tribes [...] of flying birds.

The guilty man sat among pleasant things under a hanging rock,and from his chair he lookedand then the vision faded.

It is not Aphrodite but riotous Eros who isplaying like a child,scuttling down across the tips of meadow ferns.Please, do not crush them.