There Are So Many Worlds And I

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.

The End And Object Of Conquest Is To Avoid Doing The Same Thing As The Conquered.

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?

Youths Of The Pellaians And Of The Macedonians And Of The Hellenic Amphictiony And Of The Lakedaimonians And Of The Corinthians... And Of All The Hellenic Peoples, Join Your Fellow-soldiers And Entrust Yourselves To Me, So That We Can Move Against The Barbarians And Liberate Ourselves From The Persian Bondage, For As Greeks We Should Not Be Slaves To Barbarians.