It is something, I thought, when a king can put a courtesan to the blush.
The perpetual stream of human nature is formed into ever-changing shallows, eddies, falls and pools by the land over which it passes. Perhaps the only real value of history lies in considering this endlessly varied play between the essence and the accidents.
Often beauty grows dull or common when speech breaks the mask.
Clouds of black birds rose up wailing and screaming, like the thoughts of my heart.
It is bitter to lose a friend to evil before one loses him to death.
It is better to learn war early from friends, than late from enemies.