Euripides

I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.

Mankind . . . possesses two supreme blessings. First of these is the goddess Demeter, or Earth whichever name you choose to call her by. It was she who gave to man his nourishment of grain. But after her there came the son of Semele, who matched her present by inventing liquid wine as his gift to man. For filled with that good gift, suffering mankind forgets its grief; from it comes sleep; with it oblivion of the troubles of the day. There is no other medicine for misery.

Money is far more persuasive than logical arguments.

Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes mad.

Who then will dare to say I'm weak or timid? No, they'll say I'm loyal as a friend, ruthless as a foe, so much like a hero destined for glory.

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

There is just one life for each of us: our own.

Do not plan for ventures before finishing what's at hand.

Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

Often a noble face hides filthy ways.

The man is happiest who lives from day to day and asks no more, garnering the simple goodness of life.

Of mortals there is no one who is happy. If wealth flows in upon one, one may be perhaps luckier than one's neighbor, but still not happy.

No one is happy all his life long.

Account no man happy till he dies.

Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.

Soon all of you immortals Will be as dead as we are! Come on then, what are you waiting for? Have you run out of thunderbolts?

Character is "a stamp of good repute on a person."

This is true liberty, when free-born men, having to advise the public, may speak free.

Do we, holding that the gods exist, deceive ourselves with insubstantial dreams and lies, while random careless chance and change alone control the world?

Fate finds for every man; his share of misery.

There is nothing like the sight of an old enemy down on his luck.