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Nothing Is So Contrary To Military Rules As To Make The Strength Of Your Army Known, Either In The Orders Of The Day, In Proclamations, Or In The Newspapers.

You Cannot Stop Me; I Spend Thirty Thousand Men A Month.

Whatever Shall We Do In That Remote Spot? Well, We Will Write Our Memoirs. Work Is The Scythe Of Time.

In War As In Love, To Bring Matters To A Close, You Must Get Close Together.

An Army Travels On Its Stomach. Soup Makes The Soldier.