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.

I foresee a great funeral contest over me.

Shall I pass by and leave you lying there because of the expedition you led against Greece, or shall I set you up again because of your magnanimity and your virtues in other respects?

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

I send you a kaffis of mustard seed, that you may taste and acknowledge the bitterness of my victory.

Are there no more worlds that I might conquer?

Every light is not the sun.