The Future Destiny Of A Child Is

You Cannot Treat With All The World At Once.

Ordinary Men Died, Men Of Iron Were Taken Prisoner: I Only Brought Back With Me Men Of Bronze.

The Purely Defensive Is Doomed To Defeat.

Great Men Are Meteors, Consuming Themselves To Light The World

Give Me A Man With A Good Allowance Of Nose,... When I Want Any Good Head-work Done I Choose A Man - Provided His Education Has Been Suitable - With A Long Nose.