“The tyrant's craze for absolute power will soon demolish his country. Already the earth trembles.” Quote by Alkaiosos
“Take a hard look at scrawny Diokleia. She's a skinny Aphrodite but sweet.' 'Then nothing will stand between us; when I lie on her skinny breasts I'll be pressing right against her heart.” Willis BarnstoneMarcus Argentarius Author:Marcus Argentarius
“Do not ask, mariner, whose tomb I am, but chance your life upon a kinder sea.” Willis Barnstone Author:Anonymous
“The gold booty of Gyges means nothing to me. I don't envy that Lydian king, nor am I jealous of what gods can do, nor of the tyrants' great powers. All these are realms beyond my vision.” Willis BarnstoneArchilochos Author:Archilochos
“My lord Apollo, single out the guilty ones, and in your customary way, destroy them all.” ApolloWillis BarnstoneArchilochos Author:Archilochos
“One verse by the blind poet of Chios is indelible: 'The life of man is like a summer's leaf.' Yet few who hear these words take them into their heart, for hope is rooted in every youthful soul, the lovely flower of youth grows tall with color, life will have no end, or there is no place for growing old, for death; and while in health, no fear of foul disease. Poor fools! in islands of illusion, for men have but a day of youth and life. You few who understand, know when death is near the food you give your soul must be supreme.” Willis BarnstoneHomerSemonides Author:Semonides
“The calm sea falls dumbly on the shore among a tangle of seaweed.” Willis BarnstoneAlkman Author:Alkman
“Didyme plunders me with her beauty. When I look at her I am wax over fire. If she's black, what if it? So are coals. When kindled, they glow like blooming roses.” Willis BarnstoneAsklepiades Author:Asklepiades
“Didyme plunders me with her beauty. When I look at her I am wax over fire. If she's black, what of it? So are coals. When kindled, they glow like blooming roses.” Willis BarnstoneAsklepiades Author:Asklepiades
“They brought me word of your death, Heraklieitos, and I wept for you remembering how often we watched the sun setting as we talked. Dear Halikarnassian friend, you lie elsewhere now and are mere ashes; yet your songs—your nightingales—will live, and never will the underworld, destroying everything, touch them with its deadly hand.” Willis BarnstoneKallimachos Author:Kallimachos