May God keep you away from the venom of the cobra, the teeth of the tiger, and the revenge of the Afghans.
A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.
But truly, if I were not Alexander, I would be Diogenes.
I am dying with the help of too many physicians.
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.
Are you still to learn that the end and perfection of our victories is to avoid the vices and infirmities of those whom we subdue?