Promptly Improve Your Accidents.

This Soldier, I Realized, Must Have Had Friends At Home And In His Regiment; Yet He Lay There Deserted By All Except His Dog. I Looked On, Unmoved, At Battles Which Decided The Future Of Nations. Tearless, I Had Given Orders Which Brought Death To Thousands. Yet Here I Was Stirred, Profoundly Stirred, Stirred To Tears. And By What? By The Grief Of One Dog. Napoleon Bonaparte, On Finding A Dog Beside The Body Of His Dead Master, Licking His Face And Howling, On A Moonlit Field After A Battle. Napoleon Was Haunted By This Scene Until His Own Death.

A Prince Should Suspect Everything.

In War, Groping Tactics, Half-way Measures, Lose Everything.

All The Scholastic Scaffolding Falls, As A Ruined Edifice, Before A Single Word: Faith.

The Bayonet Has Always Been The Weapon Of The Brave And The Chief Tool Of Victory