My star was fading, I felt the reins slipping out of my grasp, and could do nothing to stop it.

He who fears being conquered is sure of defeat.

In war, groping tactics, half-way measures, lose everything.

No one but myself can be blamed for my fall. I have been my own greatest enemy-the cause of my own disastrous fate.

On victory, you deserve beer. On defeat, you need it.

That man [Sir Sydney Smith] made me miss my destiny.