I consider not what Parmenio should receive, but what Alexander should give.

May God keep you away from the venom of the cobra, the teeth of the tiger, and the revenge of the Afghans.

But truly, if I were not Alexander, I would be Diogenes.

I do not steal victory.

Toil and risk are the price of glory, but it is a lovely thing to live with courage and die leaving an everlasting fame.

As for a limit to one’s labors, I, for one, do not recognize any for a high-minded man, except that the labors themselves should lead to noble accomplishments.

A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.