In Hatred As In Love, We Grow

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.

One Must Live As If It Would Be Forever, And As If One Might Die Each Moment. Always Both At Once.

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

Never Destroy Without Thought Your Enemy's Pretences; They Are Usually Your Best Weapon Against Him.

Death Was The Price Of Life.