All Bayonets Are Bad.

A Man Is But An Ass Who Fights In A Cuirass

I Accept Refreshment At Any Hands, However Lowly.

If Your Master Is Surly, From Getting Up Early (and Tempers Are Short In The Morning), An Inopportune Joke Is Enough To Provoke Him To Give You, At Once, A Month's Warning.

He Led His Regiment From Behind. He Found It Less Exciting.

All Bayonets Are Bad.