Liberty depends on self-restraint. Freedom is freedom only when controlled and limited.

— Edith Hamilton

Love cannot live where there is no trust.

— Edith Hamilton

Mind and spirit together make up that which separates us from the rest of the animal world, that which enables a man to know the truth and that which enables him to die for the truth.

— Edith Hamilton

Noble self-restraint must have something to restrain.

— Edith Hamilton

None so good that he has no faults, None so wicked that he is worth naught.

— Edith Hamilton

Our way would seem quite familiar to the Romans, more by far than the Greek way. Socrates in the Symposium, when Alcibiades challenged him to drink two quarts of wine, could have done so or not as he chose, but the diners-out of Horace's day had no such freedom. He often speaks of the master of the drinking, who was always appointed to dictate how much each man was to drink. Very many unseemly dinner parties must have paved the way for that regulation. A Roman in his cups would've been hard to handle, surly, quarrelsome, dangerous. No doubt there had been banquets without number which had ended in fights, broken furniture, injuries, deaths. Pass a law then, the invariable Roman remedy, to keep drunkenness within bounds. Of course, it worked both ways: everybody was obliged to empty the same number of glasses and the temperate man had to drink a great deal more than he wanted, but whenever laws are brought in to regulate the majority who have not abused their liberty for the sake of the minority who have, just such results come to pass. Indeed, any attempt to establish a uniform average in that stubbornly individual phenomenon, human nature, will have only one result that can be foretold with certainty: it will press the hardest on the best.

— Edith Hamilton

She was brave from excess of grief

— Edith Hamilton

Tell one your thoughts, but beware of two. All know what is known to three

— Edith Hamilton

The author determines that the bitterest struggles are for one side of the truth to the suppression of the other side.

— Edith Hamilton

The fullness of life is in the hazards of life.

— Edith Hamilton