A man is just as dead if he dies of malnutrition as of bullets.
I want to score but when you think of the soldiers in Iraq with bullets flying around their heads you realise a penalty isn’t something to get too worried about.
Small miseries, like small debts, hit us in so many places, and meet us at so many turns and corners, that what they want in weight, they make up in number, and render it less hazardous to stand the fire of one cannon ball, than a volley composed of such a shower of bullets.
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