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• Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured Avail
  o altars hath he, nor is soothed By hymns of praise....
• So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft, "With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.
  -- Aeschylus (525-456 BC) -- Frag. 135 (trans. by Plumptre)...
• If I am Sophocles, I am not mad; and if I am mad, I am not Sophocles.
  -- Sophocles (496-406 BC) -- Vit, Anon, p. 64 (Plumptre's Trans.)...
• A prosperous fool is a grievous burden. -- Aeschylus (525-456 BC) -- Frag. 383
• Bronze is the mirror of the form; wine, of the heart. -- Aeschylus (525-456 BC) -- Frag. 384
• O life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Despondency...
• Art thou an artist, or art thou art?
• O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
  Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times....
• Art thou there, truepenny? Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5...