It is bitter to lose a friend to evil, before one loses him to death.
All tragedies deal with fated meetings; how else could there be a play? Fate deals its stroke; sorrow is purged, or turned to rejoicing; there is death, or triumph; there has been a meeting, and a change. No one will ever make a tragedy - and that is as well, for one could not bear it - whose grief is that the principals never met.
Love is a boaster at heart, who cannot hide the stolen horse without giving a glimpse of the bridle.
To hate excellence is to hate the gods.
We Persians have a saying that one should deliberate serious matters first drunk, then sober.
Alexander, of whom men tell many legends, lived by his own. Achilles must have Patroklos. He might love his Briseis; but Patroklos was the friend till death. At their tombs in Troy, Alexander and Hephaistion had sacrificed together. Wound Patroklos, and Achilles will have your blood.
It is something, I thought, when a king can put a courtesan to the blush.
Do not believe that others will die, not you.... I have wrestled with Thanatos knee to knee and I know how death is vanquished. Man's immortality is not to live forever; for that wish is born of fear. Each moment free from fear makes a man immortal.
In all men is evil sleeping; the good man is he who will not awaken it, in himself or in other men.
One might have supposed that the true act of love was to lie together and talk.
All men seek esteem; the best by lifting themselves, which is hard to do, the rest by shoving others down, which is much easier.
Go with your fate, but not beyond. Beyond leads to dark places.
Clouds of black birds rose up wailing and screaming, like the thoughts of my heart.
In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.
Change is the sum of the universe, and what is of nature ought not to be feared. But one gives it hostages, and lays one's grief upon the gods. Sokrates is free, and would have taught me freedom. But I have yoked the immortal horse that draws the chariot with a horse of earth; and when the one falls, both are entangled in the traces.
He sees himself in his lover as if in a mirror, not knowing whom he sees, And when they are together, he too is released from pain, and when apart, he longs as he himself is longed for; for reflected in his heart is love's image, which is love's answer. But he calls it, and believes it, not love but friendship...
A man is at his youngest when he thinks he is a man, not yet realizing that his actions must show it.
The rightness of a thing isn't determined by the amount of courage it takes.
Everything is change; and you cannot step twice into the same river.
How can people trust the harvest, unless they see it sown?
It is bitter to lose a friend to evil before one loses him to death.
Often beauty grows dull or common when speech breaks the mask ...
It is better to believe in men too rashly, and regret, than believe too meanly. Men could be more than they are, if they would try for it. He has shown them that.
One must live as if it would be forever, and as if one might die each moment. Always both at once.
By her shining and her power he knew her.
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.
You can make an audience see nearly anything, if you yourself believe in it.
Each man in his life honors, and imitates as well as he can, that god to whose choir he belonged, while he is uncorrupted in his first incarnation here; and in the fashion he has thus learned, he bears himself to his beloved as well as to the rest. So, then, each chooses from among the beautiful a love conforming to his kind, and then, as if his chosen were his god, he sets him up and robes him for worship.
There is madness in youth, but sometimes a god inspires it.
I was a king and a king's heir and now I am a slave.
Longing performs all things
True friends share everything, except the past before they met.
Money buys many things... The best of which is freedom.
It is better to learn war early from friends, than late from enemies
Miss Searle had always considered boredom an intellectual defeat.
There is only one kind of shock worse than the totally unexpected: the expected for which one has refused to prepare.
But courage without conduct is the virtue of a robber, or a tyrant.
What keeps the democracy alive at all but the hatred of excellence; the desire of the base to see no head higher than their own?
Never destroy without thought your enemy's pretences; they are usually your best weapon against him.