It Is Better To Believe In Men

A Man Is At His Youngest When He Thinks He Is A Man, Not Yet Realizing That His Actions Must Show It.

At The Stair-foot Hephaistion Was Waiting. He Happened To Be There, As He Happened To Have A Ball Handy If Alexander Wanted A Game, Or Water If He Was Thirsty; Not By Calculation, But In A Constant Awareness By Which No Smallest Trifle Was Missed. Now, When He Came Down The Stairs With A Shut Mouth And Blue Lines Under His Eyes, Hephaistion Received Some Mute Signal He Understood, And Fell Into Step Beside Him.

There Is Nothing Like Despair To Make One Throw Oneself Upon The Gods.

Everything Is Change; And You Cannot Step Twice Into The Same River.

In Hatred As In Love, We Grow Like The Thing We Brood Upon. What We Loathe, We Graft Into Our Very Soul.