I send you a kaffis of mustard seed, that you may taste and acknowledge the bitterness of my victory.

There are so many worlds and I have not yet conquered even one.

There is nothing impossible to him who will try.

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 had rather excel others in the knowledge of what is excellent, than in the extent of my power and dominion.

I send you a kaffis of mustard seed, that you may taste and acknowledge the bitterness of my victory.

My logisticians are a humorless lot ... they know if my campaign fails, they are the first ones I will slay.