All Men Seek Esteem; The

Go With Your Fate, But Not Beyond. Beyond Leads To Dark Places.

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.

It Is Better To Learn War Early From Friends, Than Late From Enemies.

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

One Might Have Supposed That The True Act Of Love Was To Lie Together And Talk.