I Do Not Steal Victory.

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

I Foresee A Great Funeral Contest Over Me.

Holy Shadows Of The Dead, I'm Not To Blame For Your Cruel And Bitter Fate, But The Accursed Rivalry Which Brought Sister Nations And Brother People, To Fight One Another. I Do Not Feel Happy For This Victory Of Mine. On The Contrary, I Would Be Glad, Brothers, If I Had All Of You Standing Here Next To Me, Since We Are United By The Same Language, The Same Blood And The Same Visions.

With The Right Attitude, Self Imposed Limitations Vanish

God Must Have Loved Afghans Because He Made Them So Beautiful.