Verse 36
Ares, I loved you first for the obvious reasons: the red mouth, the bad judgment, the magnificent entrances.
Ares, I loved you first for the obvious reasons: the red mouth, the bad judgment, the magnificent entrances.
Then Aphrodite came laughing through the camp and every spear forgot which direction was forward.
Love and war share one vulgar habit: both insist that this particular thing matters more than the whole world.
I have watched lovers negotiate like generals and generals sulk like abandoned lovers.
Desire advances without supply lines.
Jealousy is merely cavalry wearing perfume.
Aphrodite kissed the scar on Ares' shoulder and called it ugly. He loved her for the accuracy.
From their quarrel came Fear and Dread, which is how most romances acquire children.
Yet Harmony also followed them, late as usual.
Do not ask whether passion is peaceful. Ask whether peace without passion is alive.
I once conquered a city for someone who had already forgotten my name. This improved my theology.
Mars teaches pursuit; Venus teaches attraction. Between them, mortals invent nearly every regrettable evening.
The wise demon keeps one flower in the helmet and one helmet near the bed.
Love does not abolish violence. Sometimes it merely chooses what we are willing to bleed for.
If you must worship Ares, do not imitate him when he is jealous.
If you must worship Aphrodite, remember that even beauty has started wars.