How great are the dangers I face to win a good name in Athens.

Holy shadows of the dead, I'm not to blame for your cruel and bitter fate, but the accursed rivalry which brought sister nations and brother people, to fight one another. I do not feel happy for this victory of mine. On the contrary, I would be glad, brothers, if I had all of you standing here next to me, since we are united by the same language, the same blood and the same visions.

Every light is not the sun.

I am involved in the land of a leonine and brave people, where every foot of the ground is like a well of steel, confronting my soldier. You have brought only one son into the world, but everyone in this land can be called an Alexander.

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

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.

There are so many worlds and I have not yet conquered even one.