One Might As Well Try To Charge

God Is On The Side With The Best Artillery

The Infectiousness Of Crime Is Like That Of The Plague.

Six Hours' Sleep For A Man, Seven For A Woman, And Eight For A Fool.

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.

The Art Of Government Is Not To Let Me Grow Stale.