An Army Travels On Its

True Heroism Consists In Rising Superior To Misfortune.

My Mind Is A Chest Of Drawers. When I Wish To Deal With A Subject, I Shut All The Drawers But The One In Which The Subject Is To Be Found. When I Am Wearied, I Shut All The Drawers And Go To Sleep.

Men Grow Old Quickly On The Battlefield.

To Make Yourself Understood To People, One Must First Speak To Their Eyes

Put Your Iron Hand In A Velvet Glove.