I cannot, if I am in the field of glory, be kept out of sight: wherever there is anything to be done, there Providence is sure to direct my steps.

My character and good name are in my own keeping. Life with disgrace is dreadful. A glorious death is to be envied.

I cannot command winds and weather.

There can be no place for self entirely

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

I have only one eye, I have a right to be blind sometimes... I really do not see the signal!

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