The Fate Of War Is To Be

This Soldier, I Realized, Must Have Had Friends At Home And In His Regiment; Yet He Lay There Deserted By All Except His Dog. I Looked On, Unmoved, At Battles Which Decided The Future Of Nations. Tearless, I Had Given Orders Which Brought Death To Thousands. Yet Here I Was Stirred, Profoundly Stirred, Stirred To Tears. And By What? By The Grief Of One Dog. Napoleon Bonaparte, On Finding A Dog Beside The Body Of His Dead Master, Licking His Face And Howling, On A Moonlit Field After A Battle. Napoleon Was Haunted By This Scene Until His Own Death.

Morality Has Nothing To Do With Such A Man As I Am.

The Allies We Gain By Victory Will Turn Against Us Upon The Bare Whisper Of Our Defeat.

I Fear Three Newspapers More Than A Hundred Thousand Bayonets.

The Most Desirable Quality In A Soldier Is Constancy In The Support Of Fatigue; Valor Is Only Secondary.