Sex and sleep alone make me conscious that I am mortal.

Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters.

I am involved in the land of a leonine and brave people, where every foot of the ground is like a well of steel, confronting my soldier. You have brought only one son into the world, but everyone in this land can be called an Alexander.

I had rather excel others in the knowledge of what is excellent, than in the extent of my power and dominion.

My logisticians are a humorless lot ... they know if my campaign fails, they are the first ones I will slay.

Holy shadows of the dead, I'm not to blame for your cruel and bitter fate, but the accursed rivalry which brought sister nations and brother people, to fight one another. I do not feel happy for this victory of mine. On the contrary, I would be glad, brothers, if I had all of you standing here next to me, since we are united by the same language, the same blood and the same visions.

I do not steal victory.