Great Battles Are Won With Artillery.

Great Events Ever Depend But Upon A Single Hair. The Adroit Man Profits By Everything, Neglects Nothing Which Can Increase His Chances; The Less Adroit, By Sometimes Disregarding A Single Chance, Fails In Everything.

My Star Was Fading, I Felt The Reins Slipping Out Of My Grasp, And Could Do Nothing To Stop It.

A Man Like Me Troubles Himself Little About A Million Men.

The Nature Of Christ's Existence Is Mysterious, I Admit; But This Mystery Meets The Wants Of Man. Reject It, And The World Is An Inexplicable Riddle; Believe It, And The History Of Our Race Is Satisfactorily Explained.

I Engage And After That I See What To Do.