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.

My character and good name are in my own keeping. Life with disgrace is dreadful. A glorious death is to be envied.

First gain the victory and then make the best use of it you can.

Our country will, I believe, sooner forgive an officer for attacking an enemy than for letting it alone.

Bite on the bullet, old man, and don't let them think you're afraid.

Finally, she broke her silence and spelled it out to Dr. Burkley. Kneeling, John Kennedy's personal physician indicated her ghastly skirt with a trembling hand…

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