I Offer Neither Pay, Nor Quarters, Nor

To This Wonderful Page In Our Country's History Another More Glorious Still Will Be Added, And The Slave Shall Show At Last To His Free Brothers A Sharpened Sword Forged From The Links Of His Fetters.

Let Those Only Return To Their Homes Who Are Called By The Imperative Duties Which They Owe To Their Families, And Those Who By Their Glorious Wounds Have Deserved The Credit Of Their Country.

I Utter This Word With Deepest Affection And From The Very Bottom Of My Heart.

I Insist That Men Shall Have The Right To Work Out Their Lives In Their Own Way, Always Allowing To Others The Right To Work Out Their Lives In Their Own Way, Too.

Bacchus Has Drowned More Men Than Neptune.