Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.

Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries!

For he that does good, having the unlimited power to do evil, deserves praise not only for the good which he performs, but for the evil which he forbears.

In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.

Credit is like a looking-glass, which when once sullied by a breath, may be wiped clear again; but if once cracked can never be repaired.

I have heard men talk about the blessings of freedom," he said to himself, "but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.

Fight on, brave knights! Man dies, but glory lives! Fight on; death is better than defeat! Fight on brave knights! for bright eyes behold your deeds!