A man is at his youngest when he thinks he is a man, not yet realizing that his actions must show it.

Alexander, of whom men tell many legends, lived by his own. Achilles must have Patroklos. He might love his Briseis; but Patroklos was the friend till death. At their tombs in Troy, Alexander and Hephaistion had sacrificed together. Wound Patroklos, and Achilles will have your blood.

There is nothing like despair to make one throw oneself upon the gods.

I thought, There goes my lord, whom I was born to follow. I have found a King. And, I said to myself, looking after him as he walked away, I will have him, if I die for it.

What keeps the democracy alive at all but the hatred of excellence; the desire of the base to see no head higher than their own?

Often beauty grows dull or common when speech breaks the mask.

Everything is change; and you cannot step twice into the same river.