I send you a kaffis of mustard seed, that you may taste and acknowledge the bitterness of my victory.
Let us conduct ourselves so that all men wish to be our friends and all fear to be our enemies.
Every light is not the sun.
I consider not what Parmenio should receive, but what Alexander should give.
I am dying with the help of too many physicians.
On their side more men are standing, on ours more will fight!