O Athenians, What Toil Do I Undergo

There Is Something Noble In Hearing Myself Ill Spoken Of, When I Am Doing Well.

On Their Side More Men Are Standing, On Ours More Will Fight!

The End And Object Of Conquest Is To Avoid Doing The Same Thing As The Conquered.

I Am Involved In The Land Of A Leonine And Brave People, Where Every Foot Of The Ground Is Like A Well Of Steel, Confronting My Soldier. You Have Brought Only One Son Into The World, But Everyone In This Land Can Be Called An Alexander.

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