Love Is A Boaster At Heart, Who

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.

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

I Thought, There Goes My Lord, Whom I Was Born To Follow. I Have Found A King. And, I Said To Myself, Looking After Him As He Walked Away, I Will Have Him, If I Die For It.

Often Beauty Grows Dull Or Common When Speech Breaks The Mask.

One Must Live As If It Would Be Forever, And As If One Might Die Each Moment. Always Both At Once.