“At sixty I, Dionysios, lie in my grave. I was from Tarsos, I never married and wish my father had not.” Quote by Anonymous
“To praise is the highest good, and censure is the beginning of hatred, yet to speak maliciously of one's neighbor is, after all, Attic honey.” Willis BarnstoneAnonymous Author:Anonymous
“Let us drink. Why wait for the lighting of the lamps? Night is a hair's breadth away. Take down the great goblets from the shelf, dear friend, for the son of Semele and Zeus gave us wine to forget our pains. Mix two parts water, one wine, and let us empty the dripping cups—urgently.” Willis BarnstoneAlkaiosDionysos Author:Alkaios
“You denied me your green grape. When ripe, you sent me on my way. Do you now begrudge me a small bite of your dry raisin?” GreekWillis BarnstoneAnonymous Author:Anonymous
“Kypris, if you save those from the pelagos, save me: I founder shipwrecked on the land.” GreekWillis BarnstoneAphroditeAnonymous Author:Anonymous
“The black earth drinks and trees suck rain. The seas drink brooks and sun the sea and moon the sun. Why do you rage, friends, when I want to drink?” GreekWillis BarnstoneAnonymous Author:Anonymous
“Alive, this man was Manes, a common slave. Dead, even great Darius is not his peer.” Willis BarnstoneDariusAnyte Author:Anyte
“I am Hermes. I stand in the crossroads by a windy belt of trees near the gray shore of the sea where the weary traveler may rest: here a fountain bubbles forth a cold and stainless water.” Willis BarnstoneHermesAnyte Author:Anyte
“Neither the sea nor land may claim my body. In this death they share me in equal parts. The fish devoured all my flesh in the sea, but my bones were washed up on this cold beach.” Willis BarnstoneAntipatros Of Thessaloniki Author:Antipatros of Thessaloniki
“Love is really a highway robber: 1) He waits in ambush through the night, 2) He is a desperado, 3) and in the end he strips us naked.” Willis BarnstoneErosDiophanes Of Myrina Author:Diophanes of Myrina
“Save your maidenhead? What's the good? My girl, down in Hades there are no lovers. The pleasures of Kypris are for the living. Once past Acheron, river of death, we shall lie as bones and dust.” Willis BarnstoneAsklepiades Author:Asklepiades