Sophocles

Never to have been born is best.
Everyone knows that, and a close second,
once you have appeared in this life, is a quick
return, as soon as you can, to where you came from.
In our light-headed youth we carry
blithe ideas, not knowing what blows await,
what hardships are bearing down, closer and closer.
Murder, hatred, strife, resentment, and
envy are lurking, and then, behind them, bitter old age,
powerless, friendless, with evils our only neighbors.

Long, long ago; her thought was of that child
By him begot, the son by whom the sire
Was murdered and the mother left to breed
With her own seed, a monstrous progeny.
Then she bewailed the marriage bed whereon
Poor wretch, she had conceived a double brood,
Husband by husband, children by her child.

Death is not the worst evil, but rather when we wish to die and cannot.

No enemy is worse than bad advice.

Weep not, everything must have its day.

It is a painful thing
To look at your own trouble and know
That you yourself and no one else has made it

But if I am young, thou shouldest look to my merits, not to my years.

A city which belongs to just one man is no true city

A man's anger can never age and fade away, not until he dies. The dead alone feel no pain.

Sentry: King, may I speak?

Creon: Your very voice distresses me.

Sentry: Are you sure that it is my voice, and not your conscience?

Creon: By God, he wants to analyze me now!

Sentry: It is not what I say, but what has been done, that hurts you.

Creon: You talk too much.

We have only a little time to please the living. But all eternity to love the dead.

The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.

Orestes beloved. as you die you destroy me. You have torn away the part of my mind where hope was .

فإن النظر إلى المصائب التي سببها المرء لنفسه ، والتي لم تفعلها سوى يديه ، يترك في النفس آلاماً مريرة.

"There was the girl, screaming like an angry bird,
When it finds its nest left empt and little ones gone." - Sentry