One Must Live As If It Would

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

There Is Madness In Youth, But Sometimes A God Inspires It.

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

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.

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