Maxioms by Aristophanes
By words the mind is winged.
By words the mind is winged.
Ye children of man! whose life is a span
Protracted with sorrow from day to day,
Naked read more
Ye children of man! whose life is a span
Protracted with sorrow from day to day,
Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous,
Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay.
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must read more
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.
They love, they hate, but cannot do without him.
They love, they hate, but cannot do without him.
Under every stone lurks a politician.
Under every stone lurks a politician.
