Heaven Cannot Brook Two Suns, Nor Earth

There Is Nothing Impossible To Him Who Will Try.

On Their Side More Men Are Standing, On Ours More Will Fight!

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 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.