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.

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.

With the right attitude, self imposed limitations vanish

There are no more worlds to conquer!

God must have loved Afghans because he made them so beautiful.

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

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