On Victory, You Deserve Beer. On Defeat,

Leave The Artillerymen Alone, They Are An Obstinate Lot.

Among Those Who Dislike Oppression Are Many Who Like To Oppress.

When Soldiers Have Been Baptized In The Fire Of A Battle-field, They Have All One Rank In My Eyes.

Great Men Grow Tired Of Contentedness.

There Is No Man More Pusillanimous Than I When I Am Planning A Campaign. I Purposely Exaggerate All The Dangers And All The Calamities That The Circumstances Make Possible. I Am In A Thoroughly Painful State Of Agitation. This Does Not Keep Me From Looking Quite Serene In Front Of My Entourage; I Am Like An Unmarried Girl Laboring With Child. Once I Have Made Up My Mind, Everything Is Forgotten Except What Leads To Success.