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

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.

There is only one kind of shock worse than the totally unexpected: the expected for which one has refused to prepare.

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.

In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.

Longing performs all things

To hate excellence is to hate the gods.