Often Beauty Grows Dull Or

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

Love Is A Boaster At Heart, Who Cannot Hide The Stolen Horse Without Giving A Glimpse Of The Bridle.

There Is Only One Kind Of Shock Worse Than The Totally Unexpected: The Expected For Which One Has Refused To Prepare.

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.

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