Desperate Affairs Require Desperate Measures.

Our Country Will, I Believe, Sooner Forgive An Officer For Attacking His Enemy Than For Letting It Alone.

Laurels Grow In The Bay Of Biscay, I Hope A Bed Of Them May Be Found In The Mediterranean.

The Politics Of Courts Are So Mean That Private People Would Be Ashamed To Act In The Same Way; All Is Trick And Finesse, To Which The Common Cause Is Sacrificed.

Let Me Alone: I Have Yet My Legs And One Arm. Tell The Surgeon To Make Haste And His Instruments. I Know I Must Lose My Right Arm, So The Sooner It's Off The Better.

Hardy, I Do Believe They Have Done It At Last... My Backbone Is Shot Through.