True Love Never Has A Happy Ending,

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.

I Foresee A Great Funeral Contest Over Me.

At Achilles Tomb, O Fortunate Youth, To Have Found Homer As The Herald Of Your Glory!

Are You Still To Learn That The End And Perfection Of Our Victories Is To Avoid The Vices And Infirmities Of Those Whom We Subdue?

Youths Of The Pellaians And Of The Macedonians And Of The Hellenic Amphictiony And Of The Lakedaimonians And Of The Corinthians... And Of All The Hellenic Peoples, Join Your Fellow-soldiers And Entrust Yourselves To Me, So That We Can Move Against The Barbarians And Liberate Ourselves From The Persian Bondage, For As Greeks We Should Not Be Slaves To Barbarians.