I Am Of The Opinion That The

Hardy, I Do Believe They Have Done It At Last... My Backbone Is Shot Through.

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.

I Am A Norfolk Man And Glory In Being So.

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.

Treat Every Frenchman As If He Was The Devil Himself.