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.
Buonaparte has often made his boast that our fleet would be worn out by...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
Do not say 'It is morning ' and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.
