They Really Are Bad Shots.

Soyons Fermes, Purs Et Fidèles ; Au Bout De Nos Peines, Il Y A La Plus Grande Gloire Du Monde, Celle Des Hommes Qui N'ont Pas Cédé. [let Us Be Firm, Pure And Faithful; At The End Of Our Sorrow, There Is The Greatest Glory Of The World, That Of The Men Who Did Not Give In.]

The Cemetery Is Filled With Indispensable Men.

Genius Sometimes Consists Of Knowing When To Stop.

War Stirs In Men's Hearts The Mud Of Their Worst Instincts. It Puts A Premium On Violence, Nourishes Hatred, And Gives Free Rein To Cupidity. It Crushes The Weak, Exalts The Unworthy, And Bolsters Tyranny .. .time And Time Again It Has Destroyed All Ordered Living, Devastated Hope, And Put The Prophets To Death.

In The Tumult Of Men And Events, Solitude Was My Temptation; Now It Is My Friend. What Other Satisfaction Can Be Sought Once You Have Confronted History?