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

I consider not what Parmenio should receive, but what Alexander should give.

A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.

At Achilles tomb, O fortunate youth, to have found Homer as the herald of your glory!

I am indebted to my father for living, but to my teacher for living well.

I foresee a great funeral contest over me.

I send you a kaffis of mustard seed, that you may taste and acknowledge the bitterness of my victory.