But Truly, If I Were Not Alexander,

I Consider Not What Parmenio Should Receive, But What Alexander Should Give.

Holy Shadows Of The Dead, I'm Not To Blame For Your Cruel And Bitter Fate, But The Accursed Rivalry Which Brought Sister Nations And Brother People, To Fight One Another. I Do Not Feel Happy For This Victory Of Mine. On The Contrary, I Would Be Glad, Brothers, If I Had All Of You Standing Here Next To Me, Since We Are United By The Same Language, The Same Blood And The Same Visions.

May God Keep You Away From The Venom Of The Cobra, The Teeth Of The Tiger, And The Revenge Of The Afghans.

Bury My Body And Don't Build Any Monument. Keep My Hands Out So The People Know The One Who Won The World Had Nothing In Hand When He Died.

There Is Something Noble In Hearing Myself Ill Spoken Of, When I Am Doing Well.