As For A Limit To One’s Labors,

Every Light Is Not The Sun.

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.

Heaven Cannot Brook Two Suns, Nor Earth Two Masters.

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

Are You Still To Learn That The End And Perfection Of Our Victories Is To Avoid The Vices And Infirmities Of Those Whom We Subdue?