I do not steal the victory.

How great are the dangers I face to win a good name in Athens.

I foresee a great funeral contest over me.

I consider not what Parmenio should receive, but what Alexander should give.

There are no more worlds to conquer!

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

I am dying with the help of too many physicians.

A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.

Are there no more worlds that I might conquer?

Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters.

Sex and sleep alone make me conscious that I am mortal.

My logisticians are a humourless lot ... they know if my campaign fails, they are the first ones I will slay.

On their side more men are standing, on ours, more will fight!

The end and object of conquest are to avoid doing the same thing as the conquered.

God must have loved Afghans because he made them so beautiful.

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

There are so many worlds and I have not yet conquered even one.

I am indebted to my father for living, but to my teacher for living well.

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