I do not steal victory.

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.

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

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?

Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters.

Let us conduct ourselves so that all men wish to be our friends and all fear to be our enemies.

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?