Aeschylus
I know how men in exile feed on dreams.
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.
He who goes unenvied shall not be admired.
God loves to help him who strives to help himself.
Every ruler is harsh whose laws is new.
Death is softer by far than tyranny.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
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.