I send you a kaffis of mustard seed, that you may taste and acknowledge the bitterness of my victory.

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

Every light is not the sun.

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.

True love never has a happy ending, because there is no ending to true love.

On their side more men are standing, on ours more will fight!

Shall I pass by and leave you lying there because of the expedition you led against Greece, or shall I set you up again because of your magnanimity and your virtues in other respects?