In Order To Govern, The Question Is

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

It Is The Success Which Makes Great Men.

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

Mankind Are In The End Always Governed By Superiority Of Intellectual Faculties, And None Are More Sensible Of This Than The Military Profession. When, On My Return From Italy, I Assumed The Dress Of The Institute, And Associated With Men Of Science, I Knew What I Was Doing: I Was Sure Of Not Being Misunderstood By The Lowest Drummer Boy In The Army.

Our Hour Is Marked, And No One Can Claim A Moment Of Life Beyond What Fate Has Predestined.