What did Euripides mean by: Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow. - Euripides Playwright · Greece Copy
+ High honors are sweet To a man’s heart, but ever They stand close to the brink of grief. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Euripides, Grief, Sweet, 0 - Euripides Playwright · Greece
+ Surely again, to heal men’s wounds by music’s spell. Feraz Zeid, October 28, 2023December 26, 2023, Euripides, Contemplation, Inspiration, 0 - Euripides Playwright · Greece
+ It is the wise man’s part to leave in darkness everything that is ugly. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Euripides, Beauty, Darkness, Wisdom, 0 - Euripides Playwright · Greece
+ The worst, the least curable hatred is that which has superseded deep love. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 13, 2024, Euripides, Hatred, Love, 0 - Euripides Playwright · Greece
+ Action achieves more than words. Feraz Zeid, June 28, 2023December 12, 2023, Euripides, Achieve, Action, 0 - Euripides Playwright · Greece
+ There is safety in numbers. Feraz Zeid, July 10, 2023December 12, 2023, Euripides, Investment, Numbers, Safety, 0 - Euripides Playwright · Greece
+ Only a madman would give good for evil Feraz Zeid, September 29, 2023December 26, 2023, Euripides, Evil, Madmen, 0 - Euripides Playwright · Greece
+ It is a strange form of anger, difficult to cure, when two friends turn upon each other in hatred. Feraz Zeid, December 14, 2023January 10, 2024, Euripides, Anger, Conflict, Friendship, 0 - Euripides Playwright · Greece
Don’t wait to be happy to laugh… You may die and never have laughed. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We should laugh before being happy, for fear of dying without having laughed. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities. - Jean Houston Scholar
What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
