As for a limit to one’s labors, I, for one, do not recognize any for a high-minded man, except that the labors themselves should lead to noble accomplishments.

I am indebted to my father for living, but to my teacher for living well.

May God keep you away from the venom of the cobra, the teeth of the tiger, and the revenge of the Afghans.

I foresee a great funeral contest over me.

Toil and risk are the price of glory, but it is a lovely thing to live with courage and die leaving an everlasting fame.

Every light is not the sun.

I am dying with the help of too many physicians.