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

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

I foresee a great funeral contest over me.

I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep; I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion.

In the end, when it's over, all that matters is what you've done.

Are there no more worlds that I might conquer?

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