In the end, when it's over, all that matters is what you've done.
True love never has a happy ending, because there is no ending to true love.
I foresee a great funeral contest over me.
But truly, if I were not Alexander, I would be Diogenes.
I send you a kaffis of mustard seed, that you may taste and acknowledge the bitterness of my victory.
How great are the dangers I face to win a good name in Athens.