A Ship's A Fool To Fight A

I Cannot, If I Am In The Field Of Glory, Be Kept Out Of Sight: Wherever There Is Anything To Be Done, There Providence Is Sure To Direct My Steps.

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

What The Country Needs Is The Annihilation Of The Enemy.

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.

There Can Be No Place For Self Entirely