My mother taught me three things: respect, knowledge, search for knowledge. It's an eternal journey.

We are eternal. All this pain is an illusion.

The only thing that can kill me is death, that's the only thing that can ever stop me, is death, and even then my music will live forever.

When an angel comes down and takes me away, memories of me and my songs will always stay until the end of time.

And if you do decide to wander, please leave a tiny bit of room in your heart for me. For if I live in your hearts, I really have not died.

You must be a soldier, and then a soldier, and again a soldier; bivouac with your advance guard, be in the saddle night and day, march with your advance guard to have the latest information, or else stay in your harem. You make war like a satrap. Good God, is it from me that you have learned that? From me who, with an army of 200,000 men, am at the head of my skirmishers?