I Have A Right To Be Blind

In Honour I Gained Them, And In Honour I Will Die With Them.

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

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

Frigates Are The Eyes Of A Fleet.