Born in 525 BC / Died in 455 BC / Greece / Greek
The words of truth are simple.
The anvil of justice is planted firm, and fate who makes the sword does the forging in advance.
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.
Time brings all things to pass.
By Time and Age full many things are taught.
Of prosperity mortals can never have enough.
Ah, lives of men! When prosperous they glitter - Like a fair picture; when misfortune comes - A wet sponge at one blow has blurred the painting.
I know how men in exile feed on dreams.
Don't you know this, that words are doctors to a diseased temperment?
In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.
The wisest of the wise may err.
Who, except the gods, can live time through forever without any pain?
It is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath.
For there is no defense for a man who, in the excess of his wealth, has kicked the great altar of Justice out of sight.
His resolve is not to seem the bravest, but to be.
Words are the physicians of a mind diseased.
Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.
Justice turns the scale, bringing to some learning through suffering.
It is an ill thing to be the first to bring news of ill.
Time as he grows old teaches all things.
Whenever a man makes haste, God too hastens with him.
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