Through every generation of the human race there has been a constant war, a war with fear. Those who have the courage to conquer it are made free and those who are conquered by it are made to suffer until they have the courage to defeat it, or death takes them.

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

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

Remember upon the conduct of each depends the fate of all.

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

Every light is not the sun.

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