Longing Performs All Things

How Can People Trust The Harvest, Unless They See It Sown?

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.

Money Buys Many Things... The Best Of Which Is Freedom.

But It Is Not For The Perfect Vase Or The Polished Gem To Choose Their Owners.

When We Serve The Great, They Are Our Destiny.