To hate excellence is to hate the gods.
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.
death was the price of life.
Longing performs all things
It is bitter to lose a friend to evil before one loses him to death.
There is only one kind of shock worse than the totally unexpected: the expected for which one has refused to prepare.