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

I am of the opinion that the boldest measures are the safest.

I could not tread these perilous paths in safety, if I did not keep a saving sense of humor.

A ship's a fool to fight a fort.

The bravest man feels an anxiety 'circa praecordia' as he enters the battle; but he dreads disgrace yet more.

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

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.