Quotes by Sophocles

All men make mistakes, but a good man yields when he knows his course is wrong, and repairs the evil. The only crime is pride.

The soul that has conceived one wickedness can nurse no good thereafter.

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

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

If you try to cure evil with evilyou will add more pain to your fate.

And also because - Oh, my darling, my darling, forgive me; I’m going to cause you quite a lot of pain.

Theres nothing in the world so demoralizing as money.

Money! Moneys the curse of man, none greater.Thats what wrecks cities, banishes men from homes,Tempts and deludes the most well-meaning soul,Pointing out the way to infamy and shame. - Creon

I have seen or heard of no other man whom destiny treated with such enmity as it did Philoktetes

You must remember that no one lives a life free from pain and suffering.

It is not in words that I should wish my life to be distinguished, but rather in things done.

May the dead forgive me, I can do no otherBut as I am commanded; to do more is madness. - Ismene

May the dead forgive me, I can do no otherBut as I am commanded; to do more is madness. - Ismene, Antigone (The Theban Plays) by Sophocles

Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

Which would you choose if you could:pleasure for yourself despite your friendsor a share in their grief?

I could not turn away from anyone Like you, a stranger, or refuse to help him. I know well, being mortal, that my claimUpon the future is no more than yours.

I have been a stranger here in my own land: All my life

When he endures nothing but endless miseries-- What pleasure is there in living the day after day, Edging slowly back and forth toward death?Anyone who warms their heart with the glow Of flickering hope is worth nothing at all. The noble man should either live with honor or die with honor. Thats all there is to be said.

The powe if fate is something terrible. It cannot be escaped--not with wealth or by war, not with a tower ir a sea-lashed black ship.

The tyrant is a child of PrideWho drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity,Until from his high crest headlongHe plummets to the dust of hope.