To A Father Who Loves His Children

I Tell You Wellington Is A Bad General, The English Are Bad Soldiers; We Will Settle This Matter By Lunch Time.

We Often Get In Quicker By The Back Door Than By The Front.

The English Have No Exaulted Sentiments. They Can All Be Bought.

Among So Many Conflicting Ideas And So Many Different Perspectives, The Honest Man Is Confused And Distressed And The Skeptic Becomes Wicked ... Since One Must Take Sides, One Might As Well Choose The Side That Is Victorious, The Side Which Devastates, Loots, And Burns. Considering The Alternative, It Is Better To Eat Than To Be Eaten.

Surely In A Matter Of This Kind We Should Endeavor To Do Something, That We May Say That We Have Not Lived In Vain, That We May Leave Some Impress Of Ourselves On The Sands Of Time.