“Despite all expectations, the time of my last campaign and of my passing is near. I wish to die at home. Let not my end disarm you, and on no account weep for me, lest the enemy be warned of my death.”

A man’s greatest moment in life is when his enemy lays vanquished, his village aflame, his herds driven before you and his weeping wives and daughters are clasped to your breast.

I hate luxury. I exercise moderation, It will be easy to forget your vision and purpose one you have fine clothes, fast horses and beautiful women. [In which case], you will be no better than a slave, and you will surely lose everything.

A man’s greatest joy is crushing his enemies.

Those who were adept and brave fellows I have made military commanders. Those who were quick and nimble I have made herders of horses. Those who were not adept I have given a small whip and sent to be shepherds.

The merit in action lies in finishing it to the end.

Come and sip from the cup of destruction.

Remember, you have no companions but your shadow.

I am the punishment of God, If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.

Be of one mind and one faith, that you may conquer your enemies and lead long and happy lives.

It is not sufficient that I succeed – all others must fail.

Conquering the world on horseback is easy; it is dismounting and governing that is hard.

In the space of seven years I have succeeded in accomplishing a great work and uniting the whole world in one Empire.

There is no good in anything until it is finished.

Man’s greatest joy is to slay his enemy, plunder his riches, ride his steeds, see the tears of his loved ones and embrace his women.

Just as God gave different fingers to the hand so has He given different ways to men.

One arrow alone can be easily broken but many arrows are indestructible.

If i could be assured of your destruction, i would in the interest of the public, cheerfully accept my death.

What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

I started with this idea in my head, “There’s two things I’ve got a right to, death or liberty.

I started with this idea in my head, “There’s two things I’ve got a right to, death or liberty.

The desire to survive and the fear of death are artistic sentiments

For me, love must be ugly, looks must be divine, and death must be beautiful.

When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.