I owe all my success in life to having been always a quarter of an hour before my time.

Hardy, I do believe they have done it at last... my backbone is shot through.

Our Country will, I believe, sooner forgive an Officer for attacking his Enemy than for letting it alone.

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.

Laurels grow in the Bay of Biscay, I hope a bed of them may be found in the Mediterranean.

Whoever gains the palm by merit, let him hold it.

There can be no place for self entirely