“While the arm is strong to strike and heave,
Let soul and arm give shape that will abide…”

“Please is frail like a dewdrop, while it laughs it dies. But sorrow is strong and abiding. Let sorrowful love wake in your eyes.”

“Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.”

“Arms! arms! my friends, with speed my arms supply,
'Tis our last hour, and summons us to die;
My arms!—in vain you hold me,—let me go—
Give, give me back this moment to the foe.
'Tis well—we will not tamely perish all,
But die revenged, and triumph in our fall.”

“For serving thee an arm to arms addressed;
for singing thee a soul the Muses raise.”

“Valor is stability, not of legs and arms, but of courage and the soul.”

“Arm, arm, bring Arms, the last day bids us go;
Dear Countreymen, let's once more charge the Foe;
Let us renew the Fight, on bravely fall,
We shall not perish unrevenged all.”

“I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.”

“While we proceed to safeguard our national interests, let us also safeguard human interests. And the elimination of war and arms is clearly in the interest of both.”

“I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.”