It seems to me you can be awfully happy in this life if you stand aside and watch and mind your own business, and let other people do as they like about damaging themselves and one another. You go on kidding yourself that you're impartial and tolerant and all that, then all of a sudden you realize you're dead, and you've never been alive at all.

It does not do to neglect the gods of a place, whoever they may be. In the end, they are all one.

The sense of smell is the hair-trigger of memory.

It is never wise to turn aside from knowing, however the knowing comes.

Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything; you cannot have more.

...the floss-silk manes tossed up like the crest of a breaking wave....Light ran and glittered on them. They were obedient...you would have sworn...as the white horses of the wave crests are to pull of the moon.

Where two Greeks are gathered together, there will be at least three political parties represented, and possibly more.