I Had Rather Excel Others In The

I Am Dying With The Help Of Too Many Physicians.

Sex And Sleep Alone Make Me Conscious That I Am Mortal.

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

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?

My Logisticians Are A Humorless Lot ... They Know If My Campaign Fails, They Are The First Ones I Will Slay.