There Are No More Worlds To Conquer!

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?

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

I Am Indebted To My Father For Living, But To My Teacher For Living Well.

Bury My Body And Don't Build Any Monument. Keep My Hands Out So The People Know The One Who Won The World Had Nothing In Hand When He Died.

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.