I Could Write For Hours On The

It Seemed That Rebellion Must Have An Unassailable Base, Something Guarded Not Merely From Attack, But From The Fear Of It: Such A Base As We Had In The Red Sea Parts, The Desert, Or In The Minds Of The Men We Converted To Our Creed.

The Greatest Commander Is He Whose Intuitions Most Nearly Happen.

Mankind Has Had Ten-thousand Years Of Experience At Fighting And If We Must Fight, We Have No Excuse For Not Fighting Well.

He Was Old And Wise, Which Meant Tired And Disappointed.

I Could Write For Hours On The Lustfulness Of Moving Swiftly.