Hephaistion was thinking how fragile his rib cage seemed, how terrible were the warring desires to cherish and to crush it.

Is he weeping?" said the one with the softest heart.

His feelings were confused; he wanted to grasp till Alexander's very bones were somehow engulfed within himself, but knew this to be wicked and mad; he would kill anyone who harmed a hair of his head.

It can be good to be given what you want; it can be better, in the end, never to have it proved to you that this was what you wanted.

Plato, in his opinion, had committed too much to love.

Do I grudge my lord the herb that will heal him, because another gathers it? No, let him be healed.

I know what you feel like anyone else. It's people that matter. If not, what are you worrying about. What's Madge got that you can't have for a bob against the railings? You care about someone and they let you down. Where's the difference?

A starving man won't notice a dirty plate.

That is the life of the gods, who only seem to die like the sun at his setting. But do not ride too fast across the sky and leave us all in darkness.