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“Take these things to heart, my son, I warn you. All men make mistakes, it is only human. But once the wrong is done, a man can turn his back on folly, misfortune too, if he tries to make amends, however low he's fallen, and stops his bullnecked ways. Stubbornness brands you for stupidity - pride is a crime.”

Quote by Sophocles

Work

Antigone

This renowned work explores themes of justice, morality, and the conflict between individual conscience and the state. It tells the story of Antigone, who defies the king's decree and buries her brother, leading to a series of tragic events. more

Author

Sophocles
Sophocles

Sophocles, born in 498 BC and died in 406 BC, was a renowned Greek tragic playwright. He is one of the three greatest tragic poets of ancient Greece, alongside Aeschylus and Euripides. Sophocles' works profoundly revealed the complexity of human nature and social contradictions, exerting a profound influence on subsequent drama. more

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