Sheridan: The Universe speaks in many languages, but only one voice. The language is not Narn, or Human, or Centuari, or Gaium, or Minbari.
Sheridan and G’kar: It speaks in the language of hope. It speaks in the language of trust.
G’kar: It speaks in the language of strength and the language of compassion. It is the language of the heart and the language of the soul. But always, it is the same voice. Tis the voice of our ancestors speaking through us and the voice of our inheritors waiting to be born. It is the small still voice that says we are one. No matter the blood, no matter the skin, no matter the world, no matter the star, we are one. No matter the pain, no matter the darkness, no matter the loss, no matter the fear, we are one. Here gathered together in common cause, we agree to recognize this singular truth and this singular rule. That we must be kind to one another.
Sheridan: Because each voice enriches us and ennobles us and each voice loss diminishes us. We are the voice of the universe. The soul of creation. The fire that will light the way to a better future. We are one.
G’kar: We are one.
Sheridan: Garibaldi was right.
Delenn: I know. I hate it when he is right.
Sheridan: Some days, it’s like living in a mad house.
Londo: Oh, offer them my body. Another ten minutes of this and I will be dead anyway.
G’kar: I second the motion.
Byron: What a piece of work is man. How noble in reason. How infinite in facilities. In form and moving, how express and admirable. In action, how like an angel. In apprehension, how like a god. The beauty of the world. The Paragon of Animals.
Sheridan: Oh, I can just hear Londo now, I imagine you are finding your principles most inconvenient now, yes.
Londo: There is no Y in liberties.
G’kar: Oh go away, repress someone else.
Londo: As you wish.