Every Light Is Not The Sun.

I Am Dying With The Help Of Too Many Physicians.

Shall I Pass By And Leave You Lying There Because Of The Expedition You Led Against Greece, Or Shall I Set You Up Again Because Of Your Magnanimity And Your Virtues In Other Respects?

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?

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.

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.