It Isn't How You Die. It's What

Many Heroic Exploits And Chivalrous Adventures Are Related To Me Which Exist Only In The Regions Of Fancy. With Me The World Has Taken Great Liberties, And Yet I Have Been But A Common Man.

In Such A Diversity It Was Impossible I Should Be Disposed To Melancholy.

During Our Travels, The Indians Entertained Me Well; And Their Affection For Me Was So Great, That They Utterly Refused To Leave Me There With The Others, Although The Governor Offered Them One Hundred Pounds Sterling For Me, On Purpose To Give Me A Parole To Go Home.

Fear Is The Spice That Makes It Interesting To Go Ahead.

One Day I Undertook A Tour Through The Country, And The Diversity And Beauties Of Nature I Met With In This Charming Season, Expelled Every Gloomy And Vexatious Thought.