I foresee a great funeral contest over me.
There are so many worlds and I have not yet conquered even one.
True love never has a happy ending, because there is no ending to true love.
There is something noble in hearing myself ill spoken of, when I am doing well.
We of Macedon for generations past have been trained in the hard school of danger and war
In the end, when it's over, all that matters is what you've done.