21 surviving letters between Demetrius and Libanius, spanning c. 316–364.
The young man did not come to me without thinking it through.
It was only right that your brother should be honored in this way by you and my friend by me.
I mourned for the city itself -- the one I was so glad to see, which I left unwillingly, and which I longed for even...
Pindar says somewhere that he is the guardian of golden apples, that they belong to the Muses, and that he...
When an enemy renders such a verdict about me, then I will consider it worth taking pride in -- since it would mean...
Well, the islander has done the right thing and fulfilled his obligations.
Your commands delighted me; your fear of imposing on me did not.
Just as I'm enjoying the hospitality gifts you sent, so I'll make use of your letter's opening.
Here's how it happened: Hermogenes didn't slam the door shut like some savage -- he just fell idle.
Your fine friend Bacchius has been separated from you and has not spent nearly enough time with me.
Nothing from you is small, precisely because it comes from you.
Nothing from you is small, because it comes from you.
Well, the dreams did a fine job of prompting you -- though I know perfectly well you would have done the same thing...
You do not give me a chance to ask for anything -- you who send everything before being asked.
Your letters are themselves a festival -- as is everything that arrives from you.
The young men you sent are a credit to your city and to their fathers, and they have shown themselves worthy of the...
I displayed both speeches -- both of them in full: the recent combative one and the older laudatory one.
I need nothing from you but your letters.
Do not think my silence means I have forgotten you.
Domnus has done me three favors right around the festival of the goddesses: he gives you the means to write, he...
Many blessings on Bacchius, who is both fine himself and a lover of fine things.