But we needed our revenues for other things.

Our Cyraenian horses stood in marble stalls, and the great hall, in which my father's friends were wont to meet, was like a temple.

But you see how the world takes possession of us, when we begin to think about it! Rather let us leave the past in peace.

You want me to tell you more of myself?
Well; my childhood passed like that of a thousand other rich citizens' sons, only my mother, indeed, was exceptionally beautiful and sweet, and of angelic goodness." "Every child thinks his own mother the best of mothers," murmured the sick man.
"Mine certainly was the best to me," cried Paulus.

"And yet she was a heathen.