Does it seem that everything is extravagance in the world, or rather madness, when you watch the way things go? A crowd of rogues enjoy blessings they have won by sheer injustice, while more honest folks are miserable and die of hunger.
ARISTOPHANESAn actor should refine public taste.
More Aristophanes Quotes
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Tis not for us to warn a wilful sinner; We stay him not, but let him run his course, Till by misfortunes rous’d, his conscience wakes, And prompts him to appease th’ offended gods.
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Love is merely the name for the desire and pursuit of the whole.
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You possess all the attributes of a demagogue; a screeching, horrible voice, a perverse, crossgrained nature and the language of the market-place. In you all is united which is needful for governing.
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It often happens that less depends upon the valor of an army than the skill of the leader.
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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.
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Times change. The vices of your age are stylish today.
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High thoughts must have high language.
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There’s no art where there’s no fee.
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To win the people, always cook them some savoury that pleases them.
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You vote yourselves salaries out of the public funds and care only for your own personal interests; hence the state limps along.
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Poverty, the most fearful monster that ever drew breath.
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Open your mouth and shut your eyes and see what Zeus will send you.
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Look at the orators in our republics; as long as they are poor, both state and people can only praise their uprightness; but once they are fattened on the public funds, they conceive a hatred for justice, plan intrigues against the people and attack the democracy.
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Evil events from evil causes spring, And what you suffer flows from what you’ve done.
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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!
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