Six Hours' Sleep For A Man, Seven

The Inevitable End Of Multiple Chiefs Is That They Fade And Disappear For Lack Of Unity.

I Made All My Generals Out Of Mud.

The Fate Of A Battle Is The Result Of A Moment, Of A Thought: The Hostile Forces Advance With Various Combinations, They Attack Each Other And Fight For A Certain Time; The Critical Moment Arrives, A Mental Flash Decides, And The Least Reserve Accomplishes The Object.

War Is Ninety Percent Information.

To Extraordinary Circumstance We Must Apply Extraordinary Remedies.