That there are fashions in admiration and denigration is inevitable; they should not however be followed at the expense of truth.

One might have supposed that the true act of love was to lie together and talk.

Often I wished for someone to share my mind with; but their hearts were in little things, they would have thought me a dreamer, and I had to plan alone.

All these years you have made a boy of him. But with me, he shall be a man.

Do not believe that others will die, not you.... I have wrestled with Thanatos knee to knee and I know how death is vanquished. Man's immortality is not to live forever; for that wish is born of fear. Each moment free from fear makes a man immortal.

Miss Searle had always considered boredom an intellectual defeat.

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

May the Mother curse him and all gods below, and may Night's Daughters hunt him down into the ground! And on the hand that sheds his blood let there be a blessing.

Clouds of black birds rose up wailing and screaming, like the thoughts of my heart.

Often in those two months I said to myself, If I live, I will wipe this time from my mind; I cannot even bear the memory. Yet now I turn to it. He is gone; and all times when he was there seem like lost riches.

If one sat up as long as an hour past bedtime, except on Christmas and birthdays, one would be ill. Laurie, who had had this explained to him many times and accepted it as incontrovertible fact, inferred from it that after three hours one would probably die.

The lovers of the innocent must protect them above all from the knowledge of their own cruelty.

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

How can people trust the harvest, unless they see it sown?

Never mind, mother, you weren't far out; he is Alexander too.

I came for the cause. Since I could not help, at least don't let me remember that I hindered it. I've learned how to manage on the ship; it will be nothing, after all this. Goodbye, Niko. You have made me a truer philosopher. Go with God.

Plato, in his opinion, had committed too much to love.

I wanted someone to follow, I wanted him to be brave. But he wants to be brave for me; and no one can do that.

Her estimate of human nature, and more particularly of her own sex, went up as the coffee went down.

It is better to believe in men too rashly, and regret, than believe too meanly. Men.

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

What is democracy? It is what it says, the rule of the people. It is as good as the people are, or as bad.

We Persians have a saying that one should deliberate serious matters first drunk, then sober.

If you know about yourself, presumably you know about at least one other person.

Do you know that old song about Orpheus, how he played his lyre on the mountainside, and found a lion had crouched at his feet to listen? I'm no Orpheus, I know; but sometimes I see the lion's eyes. Where did it go, after the music, what became of it? The story doesn't say.

Do I grudge my lord the herb that will heal him, because another gathers it? No, let him be healed.

Reg coughed repressively.Habit had made of the standard nouns and adjectives in his own vocabulary something merely conventional,like italics or points of exclamation.He sometimes found Laurie's conversation highly obscene,and would have voiced his disapproval to anyone he had liked less.

We are weary of ourselves, and have dreamed a king. If now the gods have sent us one, let us not ask him to be more than mortal.

She looked up at the whirling effulgent cloud, and thought, I brought down the fire from heaven; I have lived with glory. A thunderbolt struck from the sky and all was gone.

Am I beautiful? It is for you alone. Say that you love me, for without you I cannot live.

Each generation has its own dream of beauty. I have lived long enough to watch it change. Just then, he was what all sculptors were reaching after, and only the great achieved.

You can make an audience see nearly anything, if you yourself believe in it.

Hephaistion had known for many ages that if a god should offer him one gift in all his lifetime, he would choose this. Joy hit him like a lightning-bolt.

What is honour? In Athens it is one thing, in Sparta another; and among the Medes it is something else again. But go where you will, there is no land where the dead return across the river.

Money buys many things... The best of which is freedom.

To hate excellence is to hate the gods.

He was filled with a vast sense of the momentous, of unknown mysteries. He did not know what he should demand of himself, nor did it seem to matter, for he had not chosen this music he moved to, it had chosen him.

Great anguish lies in wait for those who long too greatly.

As i was beginning to understand, this kind of love was foreign ground to him. I may add that he never did, as far as I know, accept a suitor.... Sometimes indeed I asked myself whether he lacked the capacity for loving men at all; but I liked him too well to offend him by such a question.

They say women forget the pain of childbirth. Well, they are in nature's hand. No hand took mine. I was a body of pain in an earth and sky of darkness. It will take death to make me forget.

I said, 'We have dreamed, dear friend. Another time, we might awaken. Let it be a dream forgotten at morning.' That seemed a better way of saying it than, 'Never remind me of this, for fear I should stick a knife in you.

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.

Either we shall find what we are seeking, or at least we shall free ourselves from the persuasion that we know what we do not know.

It is not the bloodletting that calls down power. It is the consenting.

He kept telling me I was queer, and I didn't like it. The word, I mean. Shutting you away, somehow; roping you off with a lot of people you don't feel much in common with, half of whom hate the other half anyway, and just keep together so that they can lean up against each other for support.

For I had felt too much and reasoned too little, hearing what I was ready to hear, not what had been said.

Certainly, I thought, Dion means to have his way. But I suppose that's what makes a king.

War's such a boomerang it's impossible to guarantee anyone's protection in the long run.

During this time he got news that a famous statue of Orpheus, enshrined in south Macedon, had started to sweat profusely. The seers, pondering the omen, decided that the new King's exploits would give the poets work.