Aeschylus

O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray,
To come to me: of cureless ills thou art
The one physician. Pain lays not its touch
Upon a corpse.

I would far rather be ignorant than wise in the foreboding of evil.

He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.

In war, truth is the first casualty.

It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.

His resolve is not to seem, but to be, the best.

It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.

I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope.

Time as he grows old teaches all things.

Death is better, a milder fate than tyranny.