The warriors that fought for their country, and bled,
Have sunk to their rest; the damp earth is their bed;
No stone tells the place where their ashes repose,
Nor points out the spot from the graves of their foes.
They died in their glory, surrounded by fame,
And Victory’s loud trump their death did proclaim;
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot’s breast,
And their names are engraven on honor’s bright crest.
A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.
Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, in order to assure the survival and the success of liberty.
Give me Liberty or give me death!
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.
Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.
Selina: You don’t owe these people any more. You’ve given them everything.
Batman: Not everything. Not yet.
I regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.
River: I get confused. I remember everything. I remember too much. And… some of it’s made up, and… some of it can’t be quantified, and… there’s secrets, and …
Simon: It’s okay.
River: But I understand. You gave up everything you had to find me. You found me broken. It’s hard for you. You gave up everything you had.
Simon: Mei-mei. Everything I have is right here.
O dearly-bought revenge, yet glorious!