It Is My Turn Now; And If

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.

I Could Not Tread These Perilous Paths In Safety, If I Did Not Keep A Saving Sense Of Humor.

What The Country Needs Is The Annihilation Of The Enemy.

Had We Taken Ten Sails, And Let The Eleventh To Escape, Being Able To Get At Her, I Could Never Have Called It Well Done.

Thank God I Have Done My Duty. Drink, Drink. Fan, Fan. Rub, Rub. Kiss Me, Hardy.