Rules Were Made For Fools To Follow

Here Was A Place Where Real Things Were Going On. Here Was A Scene Of Vital Action. Here Was A Place Where Anything Might Happen. Here Was A Place Where Something Would Certainly Happen. Here I Might Leave My Bones.

The Reservist Is Twice The Citizen.

You May Have To Fight When There Is No Hope Of Victory, Because It Is Better To Perish Than Live As Slaves.

What Is The Use Of Living, If It Be Not To Strive For Noble Causes.

It Is A Fine Game To Play - The Game Of Politics - And It Is Well Worth Waiting For A Good Hand Before Really Plunging.