You Can Do Anything With Bayonets Except

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.

When Firmness Is Sufficient, Rashness Is Unnecessary.

Malice Delights To Blacken The Characters Of Prominent Men.

Courage Cannot Be Counterfeited. It Is One Virtue That Escapes Hypocrisy.

God Is On The Side Of The Heaviest Cannon.