When I want to work, to work something out, no Daimon helps my soul; no--it feels quite helpless, and drifts into dreaminess.
And if I ever do complete anything, I am obliged to own to myself that I certainly might have been able to do it better." "Self-knowledge," laughed Hadrian, "is the climax of wisdom.

A man has done something if he has only added a 'thing of beauty' to the joys of a friend's imagination; what others do by hard work you do by mere existence.

Be quiet, Argus!" For, while he was speaking, the hound had risen, and had gone snarling to the door.

In spite of his master's orders he broke into a loud bark when he heard a steady knock at the door.

Hadrian looked round in bewilderment, and asked: "Where is Mastor ?" Antinous shouted the slave's name into the Emperor's bedroom, which was next to the living-room, but in vain.