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Sophocles

(496 B.C. - 406 B.C.)

Biography:

Greek Tragic Playwright and Poet best known for his drama "Oedipus the King"

Quotes
'Twas I restrained him, casting on his eyes o'ermastering notions of that baneful ecstasy, that turned his rage on flocks and mingled droves of booty yet unshared, guarded by herdsmen. Then plunging amid the thronging horns he slew, smiting on all sides; and one while he fancied the Atreidae were the captives he was slaughtering, now 'twas some other chief on whom he fell. And I, while thus he raved in maniac throes, urged him on, drove him into the baleful toils. Thereafter, when he had wearied of such labors, he bound with thongs such oxen as yet lived, with all the sheep, and drove them to his tents, as though his spoil were men, not horned cattle. Now lashed together in the hut he tortures them. But to thee too will I expose this madness, that seeing thou mayst proclaim it to all the Greeks. Boldly await him here, nor apprehend mischance; for I will turn aside his eyes, foiling his vision lest he see thy face.
'Twas I restrained him, casting on his eyes o'ermastering notions of that baneful ecstasy, that turned his rage on flocks and mingled droves of booty yet unshared, guarded by herdsmen. Then plunging amid the thronging horns he slew, smiting on all sides; and one while he fancied the Atreidae were the captives he was slaughtering, now 'twas some other chief on whom he fell. And I, while thus he raved in maniac throes, urged him on, drove him into the baleful toils. Thereafter, when he had wearied of such labors, he bound with thongs such oxen as yet lived, with all the sheep, and drove them to his tents, as though his spoil were men, not horned cattle. Now lashed together in the hut he tortures them. But to thee too will I expose this madness, that seeing thou mayst proclaim it to all the Greeks. Boldly await him here, nor apprehend mischance; for I will turn aside his eyes, foiling his vision lest he see thy face.
A brave man dead, not even though you hate him.
A brave man dead, not even though you hate him.
A city which belongs to just one man is no true city.
A city which belongs to just one man is no true city.
A day lays low and lifts up again all human things.
A day lays low and lifts up again all human things.
A fearful man is always hearing things.
A fearful man is always hearing things.