Callimachus Quotes
Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. It brought me Tears, and I remembered how often together We ran the sun down with talk . . . somewhere You've long been dust, my Halicarnassian friend. But your Nightingales live on. Though the Death world Claws at everything, it will not touch them.
Callimachus
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The aristocracy most widely developed in America is that of wealth.
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To pull a friend out of the mire, don't hesitate to get dirty.
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Everyone may be called "comrade," but some comrades have the power of life and death over other comrades.
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Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. It brought me Tears, and I remembered how often together We ran the sun down with talk . . . somewhere You've long been dust, my Halicarnassian friend. But your Nightingales live on. Though the Death world Claws at everything, it will not touch them.
Callimachus
