Achilles absent was Achilles still!
Sooner or later everyone sits down to a banquet of consequences.
Everything happens for a reason, but that doesn't mean there's a point.
It's hard to write a war story without thinking about the 'Iliad.' Because the 'Iliad' knows everything about war.
Nothing happens in life by accident. Nothing occurs by chance. Nothing takes place without producing the opportunity for real and lasting benefit to you. The perfection of every moment may not be apparent to you, yet that will make the moment no less perfect.
If you want to make god laugh, make a plan.
If you want to make God laugh, tell her your plans.
The hour of departure has arrived and we go our ways; I to die, and you to live. Which is better? Only God knows.
If the art of war were nothing but the art of avoiding risks, glory would become the prey of mediocre minds.... I have made all the calculations; fate will do the rest.
Who knows if the gods above will add tomorrow's span to this day's sum?
If you want to see God laugh, make a plan.
The man has a theory. The woman has hipbones. Here comes Death.
Synchronicity: A meaningful coincidence of two or more events where something other than the probability of chance is involved.
I met my wife, Jennifer, while sitting next to her on the airplane on the way to England. I was heading to Oxford as a Marshall scholar.
Heroes are damned. No mortal conquers Death.
Blood will have blood.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.
I began to feel that, in a sense, we were all prisoners of our own history.
I wake up at night thinking about Euripides' 'Hecuba.' That to me is a story that says so much about what it is to be a human being in the middle of a world of unreliable things and people.
The last romantic novel I think I read was 'Tess of the d'Urbervilles.'
I've got news for Mr. Santayana: we're doomed to repeat the past no matter what. That's what it is to be alive.
He was referring to Santayana’s famous quotation: {33301}.
Man has to live with the body and soul which have fallen to him by chance.
Tragedies are about the depths that call up to certain men and insist that they descend.
Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.
Well. There was noting to be done for it. Things had happened as they did, time's arrow had yet to be reversed by humans, done was done. If a man spent his life looking over his shoulder at every possible branching of his path he could have taken, he would never accomplish anything. One must learn from history so as not to repeat it, but one must not waste one's energy or time worrying about what might have been. Sorry . . . but people die every day and the galaxy continues on quite well without them. Consider yourself lucky you are one of those as yet unselected by the Fates.