To Hate Excellence Is To Hate The

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

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 All Men Is Evil Sleeping; The Good Man Is He Who Will Not Awaken It, In Himself Or In Other Men.

The Perpetual Stream Of Human Nature Is Formed Into Ever-changing Shallows, Eddies, Falls And Pools By The Land Over Which It Passes. Perhaps The Only Real Value Of History Lies In Considering This Endlessly Varied Play Between The Essence And The Accidents.

It Is Something, I Thought, When A King Can Put A Courtesan To The Blush.