Are There No More Worlds That I

There Is Nothing Impossible To Him Who Will Try.

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

In The End, When It's Over, All That Matters Is What You've Done.

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

Do You Not Think It A Matter Worthy Of Lamentation That When There Is Such A Vast Multitude Of Them [worlds], We Have Not Yet Conquered One?