“Through every generation of the human race there has been a constant war, a war with fear.”

When we give someone our time, we actually give a portion of our life that we will never take back

Holy shadows of the dead, I am not to blame for your cruel and bitter fate, but the accursed rivalry which brought sister nations and brother people to fight one another.

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

Let us conduct ourselves so that all men wish to be our friends and all fear to be our enemies.

My treasure lies in my friends .

There are no more worlds to conquer

Without Knowledge, Skill cannot be focused. Without Skill, Strength cannot be brought to bear and without Strength, Knowledge may not be applied.

A king does not kill messengers.

Sex and sleep alone make me conscious that I am mortal

I would rather live a short life of glory than a long one of obscurity.

But truly, if I were not Alexander, I would be Diogenes.

I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep; I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion.

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

Toil and risk are the price of glory, but it is a lovely thing to live with courage and die leaving an everlasting fame.

When my casket is being carried to the grave, leave my hands hanging outside. For empty-handed, I came into this world and empty-handed, I shall go!

In the end, when it’s over, all that matters is what you’ve done.

The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities.

My weight fluctuates constantly. I don’t really take good care of myself. I just sort of exist and survive.

There are no limits. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.

Constantly seek criticism. A well thought out critique of what you’re doing is as valuable as gold.

Art demands constant observation.

Every success story is a tale of constant adaption, revision and change.

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

To see what is in front of one’s nose needs a constant struggle.