There Are So Many Worlds

True Love Never Has A Happy Ending, Because There Is No Ending To True Love.

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?

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.

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.

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