“They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,
The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.”

“Man for his glory
To ancestry flies;
But Woman's bright story
Is told in her eyes.”

“Whoa there, lad! Whoa! Gentle now! Die well, die well.”

“Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young.”

“You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, … back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame … back home to places in the country, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time -- back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.”

“I'll carry on, carry over, carry forward, Cary Grant, cash and carry, carry me back to Old Virginia, I'll even 'hari-kari' if you show me how, but I will not carry a gun!”

“Old man! ’tis not so difficult to die.”

“Old professors never die, they just lose their faculties.”

“Old soldiers never die, they just fade away. ”

“Fight on, brave knights! Man dies, but glory lives! Fight on; death is better than defeat! Fight on brave knights! for bright eyes behold your deeds!”