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.
I am indebted to my father for living, but to my teacher for living well.
My logisticians are a humorless lot ... they know if my campaign fails, they are the first ones I will slay.
There are no more worlds to conquer!
In the end, when it's over, all that matters is what you've done.