An Army Travels On Its Stomach. Soup

God! How Men Of Letters Are Stupid.

The Battlefield Is A Scene Of Constant Chaos. The Winner Will Be The One Who Controls That Chaos, Both His Own And The Enemies.

War Is The Business Of Barbarians.

I Feel Myself Driven Towards An End That I Do Not Know. As Soon As I Shall Have Reached It, As Soon As I Shall Become Unnecessary, An Atom Will Suffice To Shatter Me. Till Then, Not All The Forces Of Mankind Can Do Anything Against Me.

There Are In Europe Many Good Generals, But They See Too Many Things At Once. I See One Thing, Namely The Enemy's Main Body. I Try To Crush It, Confident That Secondary Matters Will Then Settle Themselves.