Top 27 Quotes & Sayings by Lucian

Explore popular quotes and sayings by a Syrian author Lucian.
Last updated on April 15, 2025.
Lucian

Lucian of Samosata was a Hellenized Syrian satirist, rhetorician and pamphleteer who is best known for his characteristic tongue-in-cheek style, with which he frequently ridiculed superstition, religious practices, and belief in the paranormal. Although his native language was probably Syriac, all of his extant works are written entirely in ancient Greek.

The happy think a lifetime short, but to the unhappy one night can be an eternity.
The wealth of the soul is the only true wealth.
Not every story has a happy ending, but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth telling. — © Lucian
Not every story has a happy ending, but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth telling.
Realize that true happiness lies within you.
The historian should be fearless and incorruptible; a man of independence, loving frankness and truth; one who, as the poets says, calls a fig a fig and a spade a spade. He should yield to neither hatred nor affection, not should be unsparing and unpitying. He should be neither shy nor deprecating, but an impartial judge, giving each side all it deserves but no more. He should know in his writing no country and no city; he should bow to no authority and acknowledge no king. He should never consider what this or that man will think, but should state the facts as they really occurred.
The historian's one task is to tell the thing as it happened.
Wise is the person at either end. Who can in due measure spare as well as spend.
The industry needs transforming. It’s for others to decide whether they want to get stuck in the past or whether they want to come on the journey.
The poor wretches have convinced themselves that they are going to be immortal and live for all time, by worshipping that crucified sophist and living under his laws...they receive these doctrines by tradition, without any definite evidence. So if any charlatan or trickster comes among them, he quickly acquires wealth by imposing upon these simple people.
The world is fleeting; all things pass away; Or is it we that pass and they that stay?
The lips are closed, for the dancer has plenty of other voices at his service.
Poverty persuades a man to do and suffer everything that he may escape from it.
The effort only shifted me from the frying-pan into the fire.
The only business of the historian is to relate things exactly as they are: this he can never do as long as he is afraid
I'll be reading books until the next challenger arrives. That will calm my nerves, so that I may deal with all situations without panicking.
How gracious are the gods in bestowing high positions; and how reluctant are they to insure them when given.
It is not lawful or proper for you to know everything.
Everybody dies. Some just need a little help.
I was still more concerned (a preference which you may be far from resenting) to strike a blow for Epicurus, that great man whose holiness and divinity of nature were not shams, who alone had and imparted true insight into the good, and who brought deliverance to all that consorted with him.
For history, I say again, has this and this only for its own: if a man will start upon it, he must sacrifice to no God but Truth; he must neglect all else; his sole rule and unerring guide is this - to think not of those who are listening to him now, but of the yet unborn who shall seek his converse.
Death is a mercy, and I have enough mercy to go around.
The subject matter is autobiographical, it's all to do with hope and memory and sensuality and involvement, really. — © Lucian
The subject matter is autobiographical, it's all to do with hope and memory and sensuality and involvement, really.
The truth is hidden from us. Even if a mere piece of luck brings us straight to it, we shall have no grounded conviction of our success; there are so many similar objects, all claiming to be the real thing.
Be grateful. By slaying you now, I spare you an eternity of torment.
Dancing is as old as love.
There is no happiness without tears, no life without death. Beware! I am going to make you cry.
Avarice is a cursed vice: offer a man enough gold, and he will part with his own small hoard of food, however great his hunger.
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