Top 16 Quotes & Sayings by Callimachus

Explore popular quotes and sayings by a Greek poet Callimachus.
Last updated on December 22, 2024.
Callimachus

Callimachus was an ancient Greek poet, scholar and librarian who was active in Alexandria during the 3rd century BC. A representative of Ancient Greek literature of the Hellenistic period, he wrote over 800 literary works in a wide variety of genres, most of which did not survive. He espoused an aesthetic philosophy, known as Callimacheanism, which exerted a strong influence on the poets of the Roman Empire and, through them, on all subsequent Western literature.

Greek - Poet | 311 BC - 240 BC
A big book is a big misfortune.
And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest, Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales awake; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.
You're walking by the tomb of Battiades, Who knew well how to write poetry, and enjoy Laughter at the right moment, over the wine.
More lightly do his sorrows press upon a man, when to a friend or fellow traveller he tells his griefs.
I wept as I remembered how often you and I had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
Here sleeps Saon, of Acanthus, son of Dicon, a holy sleep: say not that the good die.
Big book, a big bore.
Nothing unattested do I sing. — © Callimachus
Nothing unattested do I sing.
Set a thief to catch a thief.
O Charidas, what of the under world? Great darkness. And what of the resurrection? A lie. And Pluto? A fable; we perish utterly.
A great book is like great evil. — © Callimachus
A great book is like great evil.
A good man never dies.
I abhor, too, the roaming lover, nor do I drink from every well; I loathe all things in common
To little men, gods send little things.
Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. It brought me Tears, and I remembered how often together We ran the sun down with talk . . . somewhere You've long been dust, my Halicarnassian friend. But your Nightingales live on. Though the Death world Claws at everything, it will not touch them.
Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore; The Muses are ten, and the Graces are four; Stella's wit is so charming, so sweet her fair face, She shines a new Venus, a Muse, and a Grace.
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