Justice turns the scale, bringing to some learning through suffering.

Don't you know this, that words are doctors to a diseased temperment?

To mourn and bewail your ill-fortune, when you will gain a tear from those who listen, this is worth the trouble.

In war truth is the first casualty.

For hostile word let hostile word be paid.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

Time brings all things to pass.

Neither a life of anarchy nor one beneath a despot should you praise; to all that lies in the middle a god has given excellence.

It is easy when we are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted.

Whoever is new to power is always harsh.

Wisdom comes alone through suffering.

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.

The one knowing what is profitable, and not the man knowing many things, is wise.

I, schooled in misery, know many purifying rites, and I know where speech is proper and where silence.

We must pronounce him fortunate who has ended his life in fair prosperity.

For a murderous blow let murderous blow atone.

Exiles feed on hope.

Of prosperity mortals can never have enough.

The words of truth are simple.

In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

For the impious act begets more after it, like to the parent stock.

By polluting clear water with slime you will never find good drinking water.

If you pour oil and vinegar into the same vessel, you would call them not friends but opponents.

Excessive fear is always powerless.

But time growing old teaches all things.

What exists outside is a man's concern; let no woman give advice; and do no mischief within doors.

And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.

Sweet is a grief well ended.

I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery.

I willingly speak to those who know, but for those who do not know I forget.

For not many men the proverb saith can love a friend whom fortune prospereth unenvying.

The evils of mortals are manifold; nowhere is trouble of the same wing seen.

I know how men in exile feed on dreams.

We shall perish by guile just as we slew.

Death is softer by far than tyranny.

Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.

For this is the mark of a wise and upright man, not to rail against the gods in misfortune.

Death is better a milder fate than tyranny.

He who goes unenvied shall not be admired.

Be bold and boast, just like the cock beside the hen.

It is best for the wise man not to seem wise.

Of all the gods only death does not desire gifts.

Only when mans life comes to its end in prosperity can one call that man happy.

What good is it to live a life that brings pains?

Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.

It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.

It is good even for old men to learn wisdom.

Married love between man and woman is bigger than oaths guarded by right of nature.

For know that no one is free, except Zeus.