I foresee a great funeral contest over me.

Do you not think it a matter worthy of lamentation that when there is such a vast multitude of them [worlds], we have not yet conquered one?

Now you fear punishment and beg for your lives, so I will let you free, if not for any other reason so that you can see the difference between a Greek king and a barbarian tyrant, so do not expect to suffer any harm from me. A king does not kill messengers.

In the end, when it's over, all that matters is what you've done.

There is something noble in hearing myself ill spoken of, when I am doing well.

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.