“Anchises’s long head. The high, completely bald skull. The multitude of wrinkles running the running the breadth of his forehead. The thick eyebrows. The bright crafty gaze. The mobile features. The forceful chin. The irascible mouth, often gaping or twisted with laughter, more often in a grin. The slender, powerful hands with their nails worn down by toil: Aeneas’s hands.” (Pg. 31)

“Anchises. If only Anchises were here. If he were with me I could bear anything. He did not allow you to fear that anything could be unbearable, no matter what happened…Anchises was—no, is—a free man. He thinks dispassionately even about people who wish him ill.” (Pg. 91)

“He treated me like a very dear and respected daughter; but he did not talk about his son Aeneas before I spoke of him myself. His tact was as inalienable as his good cheer. He expressed his feelings not only with his mobile face but with the whole of his high, bald skull. Oenone, who loved him like a father, used to say: ‘His mouth is laughing, but his forehead is sad.’ You could not help but look at his hands, which were almost always working a piece of wood, or at least feeling it, while his eyes might suddenly listen to find out what quality or form was hidden in the wood. He never had a tree chopped down without first conferring with it at length; without first removing from it a seed or a twig which he could plant in the earth to ensure its continued existence. He knew everything there was to know about wood and trees.” (Pg. 92-93)