Treat Every Frenchman As If

I Have Only One Eye, I Have A Right To Be Blind Sometimes... I Really Do Not See The Signal!

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.

First Gain The Victory And Then Make The Best Use Of It You Can.

Hardy, I Do Believe They Have Done It At Last... My Backbone Is Shot Through.