Are There No More Worlds That I

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

I Am Dying With The Help Of Too Many Physicians.

There Are No More Worlds To Conquer!

As For A Limit To One’s Labors, I, For One, Do Not Recognize Any For A High-minded Man, Except That The Labors Themselves Should Lead To Noble Accomplishments.

I Send You A Kaffis Of Mustard Seed, That You May Taste And Acknowledge The Bitterness Of My Victory.