Land Of My Sires! What Mortal Hand

You Will, I Trust, Resemble A Forest Plant, Which Has Indeed, By Some Accident, Been Brought Up In The Greenhouse, And Thus Rendered Delicate And Effeminate, But Which Regains Its Native Firmness And Tenacity, When Exposed For A Season To The Winter Air.

My Dear, Be A Good Man Be Virtuous Be Religious Be A Good Man. Nothing Else Will Give You Any Comfort When You Come To Lie Here. ...god Bless You All.

All Is Possible For Those Who Dare To Die!

Women Are But The Toys Which Amuse Our Lighter Hours---ambition Is The Serious Business Of Life.

Vengeance To God Alone Belongs; But, When I Think Of All My Wrongs My Blood Is Liquid Flame!