I Made All My Generals Out Of

Every Means Should Be Taken To Attach The Soldier To His Colours.

The Mind Of A General Ought To Resemble And Be As Clear As The Field-glass Of A Telescope.

Paradise Is A Center Whither The Souls Of All Men Are Proceeding, Each Sect In Its Particular Road.

One Must Learn To Forgive And Not To Hold A Hostile, Bitter Attitude Of Mind, Which Offends Those About Us And Prevents Us From Enjoying Ourselves. One Must Recognize Human Shortcomings And Adjust Himself To Them Rather Than To Be Constantly Finding Fault With Them.

Give Me Enough Ribbons To Place On The Tunics Of My Soldiers And I Can Conquer The World.