“Man’s highest joy is in victory: to conquer one’s enemies; to pursue them; to deprive them of their possessions; to make their beloved weep; to ride on their horses; and to embrace their wives and daughters.”

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.

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.

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.

A leader can never be happy until his people are happy.

If you’re afraid – don’t do it, – if you’re doing it – don’t be afraid!

With Heaven’s aid I have conquered for you a huge empire. But my life was too short to achieve the conquest of the world. That task is left for you.

I am the flail of god. Had you not created great sins, god would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.

An action committed in anger is an action doomed to failure.

The pleasure and joy of man lies in treading down the rebel and conquering the enemy, in tearing him up by the root, in taking from him all that he has.

One of the joys of travel is visiting new towns and meeting new people.

Good habits make time your ally. Bad habits make time your enemy.

When my enemies stop hissing, I shall know I’m slipping.

There are three classes of friendship and enmity, since men are so disposed to one another either by preference or by need or by pleasure and pain.

Facts are the enemy of truth.

Let the enemy rage at the gate; let him knock, pound, scream, howl; let him do his worst. We know for certain that he cannot enter our soul except by the door of our consent.

Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.

The Enemy is overcome by the blessed Passion and Death of our Lord Jesus Christ.

If you have no enemies, find a way to make them.