Every man was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

I find my familiarity with thee has bred contempt.

I never thrust my nose into other men's porridge. It is no bread and butter of mine; every man for himself, and God for us all.

Blessed be those happy ages that were strangers to the dreadful fury of these devilish instruments of artillery, whose inventor I am satisfied is now in Hell, receiving the reward of his cursed invention, which is the cause that very often a cowardly base hand takes away the life of the bravest gentleman.

True courage lies in the middle, between cowardice and recklessness.

For the army is a school in which the miser becomes generous, and the generous prodigal; miserly soldiers are like monsters, but very rarely seen.

When God sends the dawn, he sends it for all.