Heaven Cannot Brook Two Suns, Nor Earth

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.

I Am Dying With The Help Of Too Many Physicians.

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

Are There No More Worlds That I Might Conquer?

At Achilles Tomb, O Fortunate Youth, To Have Found Homer As The Herald Of Your Glory!