At Achilles Tomb, O Fortunate Youth, To

In The End, When It's Over, All That Matters Is What You've Done.

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.

We Of Macedon For Generations Past Have Been Trained In The Hard School Of Danger And War

I Do Not Steal Victory.

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?