To the glory that was Greece, and the grandeur that was Rome.
A great empire, like a great cake, is most easily diminished at the edges.
In Italy, on the breaking up of the Roman Empire, society might be said to be resolved into its original elements, - into hostile atoms, whose only movement was that of mutual repulsion.
I want my people to reclaim their rightful place in the galaxy. I want to see the Centauri stretch forth their hand again, and command the stars. I want a rebirth of glory! A renaissance of power! I want to stop running through my life like a man late for an appointment, afraid to... To look back, or to look forward. I want us to be what we used to be! I want... I want it all back, the way that that
How many Centauri does it take to screw in a light bulb
? Only one. But, in the grand old days of the Republic, hundreds of servants would change thousands of light bulbs at our slightest whim!
The empire is now nothing more than an old slattern, cursing at passers-by to remember her old glory.