Of men who have a sense of honor, more come through alive than are slain, but from those who flee comes neither glory nor any help.

The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.

Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.

It is wrong to sorrow without ceasing.

Reproach is infinite, and knows no end.

Too many kings can ruin an army

I am a part of all that I have met. Yet, experience is an arch wherethro gleams that untravl'd world whose margin fades forever and forever when I move.