Are There No More Worlds That I

Let Us Conduct Ourselves So That All Men Wish To Be Our Friends And All Fear To Be Our Enemies.

In The End, When It's Over, All That Matters Is What You've Done.

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.

Through Every Generation Of The Human Race There Has Been A Constant War, A War With Fear. Those Who Have The Courage To Conquer It Are Made Free And Those Who Are Conquered By It Are Made To Suffer Until They Have The Courage To Defeat It, Or Death Takes Them.

Do You Not Think It A Matter Worthy Of Lamentation That When There Is Such A Vast Multitude Of Them [worlds], We Have Not Yet Conquered One?