Treat Every Frenchman As If He Was

My Character And Good Name Are In My Own Keeping. Life With Disgrace Is Dreadful. A Glorious Death Is To Be Envied.

A Ship's A Fool To Fight A Fort.

I Will Dine Nowhere Without Your Consent Although With My Present Feelings I Might Be Trusted With Fifty Virgins Naked In A Dark Room.

The Politics Of Courts Are So Mean That Private People Would Be Ashamed To Act In The Same Way; All Is Trick And Finesse, To Which The Common Cause Is Sacrificed.

Let Me Alone: I Have Yet My Legs And One Arm. Tell The Surgeon To Make Haste And His Instruments. I Know I Must Lose My Right Arm, So The Sooner It's Off The Better.