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.

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

At Achilles tomb, O fortunate youth, to have found Homer as the herald of your glory!

I am involved in the land of a leonine and brave people, where every foot of the ground is like a well of steel, confronting my soldier. You have brought only one son into the world, but everyone in this land can be called an Alexander.

There are no more worlds to conquer!

I foresee a great funeral contest over me.

But truly, if I were not Alexander, I would be Diogenes.