I Was A King And A King's

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.

Power Is The Test. Some, Once They Have It, Are Content To Buy The Show Of Liking, And Punish Those Who Withhold It; Then You Have A Despot. But Some Keep A True Eye For How They Seem To Others, And Care About It, Which Holds Them Back From Much Mischief.

Half The World's Troubles Come From Men Not Being Trained To Resent A Fallacy As Much As An Insult.

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

I Was A King And A King's Heir And Now I Am A Slave.