He who is the author of a war lets loose the whole contagion of hell and opens a vein that bleeds a nation to death.

Drown in a cold vat of whiskey? Death, where is thy sting?

I know not what others may choose but, as for me, give me liberty or give me death.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.