Every light is not the sun.
Bury my body and don't build any monument. Keep my hands out so the people know the one who won the world had nothing in hand when he died.
Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters.
A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.
There is something noble in hearing myself ill spoken of, when I am doing well.
I had rather excel others in the knowledge of what is excellent, than in the extent of my power and dominion.