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.

Are there no more worlds that I might conquer?

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

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?

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

I would rather live a short life of glory than a long one of obscurity.