No damn man kills me and lives.
Forward, men, and mix with them.
What I desire most of you, my son, is never to gamble or swear. These are baneful vices.
I have stood your meanness as long as I intend to. You have played the part of a damn scoundrel, and if you were any part of a man I would slap your jaws and force you to resent it.
I've got no respect for any young man who won't join the colors.
Attack in all directions!