My days – the blossom of my youth and the flower of my manhood – have been darkened by the dreariness of servitude. In this my native land – in the land of my sires – I am degraded without fault as an alien and an outcast.

Every religion is good—every religion is true to him who in his good caution and conscience believes it.

Whoever commits a crime strengthens his enemy.

How cruel the Penal Laws are which exclude me from a fair trial with men whom I look upon as so much my inferiors.

My days – the blossom of my youth and the flower of my manhood – have been darkened by the dreariness of servitude. In this my native land – in the land of my sires – I am degraded without fault as an alien and an outcast.

No man was ever a good soldier but the man who goes into the battle determined to conquer, or not to come back from the battle field (cheers). No other principle makes a good soldier.

The altar of liberty totters when it is cemented only with blood