Why cannot we correct the baneful passions, without weakening the good?

I was informed... that some... were dreaming and wished to return.

Should I be the happy mortal destined to turn the scale of war, will you not rejoice, O my father?

I cannot consent to be led three or four hundred leagues out of my route, without its being by force of arms.

Strict justice would demand total confiscation of your property, personal imprisonment and fines.

May Heaven be propitious, and smile on the cause of my country.

Smoke the pipe of peace, bury the tomahawk, and become one nation.