Heaven Cannot Brook Two Suns, Nor Earth

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.

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.

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?

May God Keep You Away From The Venom Of The Cobra, The Teeth Of The Tiger, And The Revenge Of The Afghans.

At Achilles Tomb, O Fortunate Youth, To Have Found Homer As The Herald Of Your Glory!