Whoever Gains The Palm By Merit, Let

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.

I Cannot, If I Am In The Field Of Glory, Be Kept Out Of Sight: Wherever There Is Anything To Be Done, There Providence Is Sure To Direct My Steps.

Now I Can Do No More. We Must Trust To The Great Disposer Of All Events And The Justice Of Our Cause. I Thank God For This Opportunity Of Doing My Duty.

I Am Of The Opinion That The Boldest Measures Are The Safest.

If A Man Consults Whether He Is To Fight, When He Has The Power In His Own Hands, It Is Certain That His Opinion Is Against Fighting.