Maxioms by Euripides
Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them read more
Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them.
O lady, nobility is thine, and thy form is the reflection of thy
nature!
O lady, nobility is thine, and thy form is the reflection of thy
nature!
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
This is courage in a man: to bear unflinchingly what heaven sends.
This is courage in a man: to bear unflinchingly what heaven sends.
But woe to him, who left to moan,
Reviews the hours of brightness gone.
But woe to him, who left to moan,
Reviews the hours of brightness gone.
