Systems Die; Instincts Remain.

A New And Valid Idea Is Worth More Than A Regiment And Fewer Men Can Furnish The Former Than Command The Latter.

Nothing Can Be So Perfect While We Possess It As It Will Seem When Remembered.

Poverty Comes Pleading Not For Charity, For The Most Part, But Imploring Us To Find A Purchaser For Its Unmarketable Wares.

The Only Prize Much Cared For By The Powerful Is Power. The Prize Of The General Is Not A Bigger Tent, But Command.

On Every Stem, On Every Leaf,... And At The Root Of Everything That Grew, Was A Professional Specialist In The Shape Of Grub, Caterpillar, Aphis, Or Other Expert, Whose Business It Was To Devour That Particular Part.