Atossa, with her usual impetuosity, fell on the neck of the friend she had so sorely missed during his absence; the queen gave him her hand, and Nitetis met him like a loving daughter.
"I thank the gods, that I am permitted to see you again," said Croesus.
"The young can look at life as a possession, as a thing understood and sure, but at my age every year must be accepted as an undeserved gift from the gods, for which a man must be thankful." "I could envy you for this happy view of life," sighed Kassandane.
"My years are fewer than yours, and yet every new day seems to me a punishment sent by the Immortals." "Can I be listening to the wife of the great Cyrus ?" asked Croesus.

"How long is it since courage and confidence left that brave heart?
I tell you, you will recover sight, and once more thank the gods for a good old age.

The man who recovers, after a serious illness, values health a hundred-fold more than before; and he who regains sight after blindness, must be an especial favorite of the gods.

Imagine to yourself the delight of that first moment when your eyes behold once more the bright shining of the sun, the faces of your loved ones, the beauty of all created things, and tell me, would not that outweigh even a whole life of blindness and dark night?
In the day of healing, even if that come in old age, a new life will begin and I shall hear you confess that my friend Solon was right." "In what respect ?" asked Atossa.
"In wishing that Mimnermos, the Colophonian poet, would correct the poem in which he has assigned sixty years as the limit of a happy life, and would change the sixty into eighty." "Oh no!" exclaimed Kassandane.

"Even were Mithras to restore my sight, such a long life would be dreadful.